The Dire Choice (Otherworld Series #7)

Chapter 14- Soul Shredder.

---The Present---

He stands in his room, looking upon her form hidden under the sheets.

"I've brought you food, Omega." He says.

Rummaging through the kitchens had found him a new crate of fruit lying untouched under the counter. It had the official seal of the demons on it, so it had probably come from Dinhae's new Queen, Lunia 'Vel Kisare' Shizkov.

The news of her becoming the one reigning Queen had spread far and wide. It had offered Soul Shredder a weird sense of satisfaction. His ally sat upon the throne, the Ghouls had tried contacting him again, but he'd been stalling, cutting contacts. What they had with them, wouldn't amount to anything.

Shredder now, had a Selemona of his own, soon, after her heat period, hopefully when she was fat with his child, he would take her to the Russian border and she would search for the Stone of Salvation.

Agreeing to the terms of the Ghouls had been a mistake anyway, in a few weeks, he would send Meatchop and Storm Caller to speak to them and dissolve the agreement.

He looked down at the plate in his hands, strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, cherries. He'd selected all the sweetest fruit for her, the ripest and the biggest. Only the best for his Omega.

She had to eat, to be able to conceive.

He'd promised her that she would stay hungry for her insolence, but Shredder wasn't angry anymore. He was willing to forgive.

"I forgive you." He says, stalking closer.

"You have your Alpha's forgiveness. " He gets on his knees above her. "Come out and eat."

The sheets move, her little, sweet, face peeks out from the sheets, her eyes are puffy, her nose red. The evidence that he had hurt her made him guilty, but Shredder picked out a juicy strawberry and held it to her lips.

"Eat. " He commands.

A fat, drop wells in her green eye and drips slowly down her face.

"I thought I had displeased you. "

"I have forgiven you. You may eat now."

She looked down at the offered plate, he could see the hunger in her eyes, but she set her jaw and turned her face away, before painstakingly, rising and standing up, over him.

She dropped the sheets, gloriously naked, her breasts ripe for his mouth, her pussy, though covered by the black curls at the apex of her thighs, looked delectable nonetheless. Her eyes stared down at him, he was a servant at her feet, kneeling, offering food. She was a pagan goddess, had come to visit her worthy follower, had come to personally accept his offering.

But it was none of that.

He was her Alpha and she his Omega, though she had the face of his Goddess, she was an Omega, a submissive, a womb to carry his seed, a way to save the species, a back to cover, a female to mount.

"I will bathe now." She declared.

"Your urine and your Beta's seed stains my body, I can take it no more."

"You will eat first."

She looks down at him, her expression disgusted. "I am dirty."

"You will eat, because I command you to. I will feed you myself, you will not touch the food."

Her eyes are hooded with her anger, the more she disobeys, the more it excites him, he wants to punish her, he wants to show her her place. His cock hardens, pushing through his pants, tightening the crotch area.

The air is thick with his arousal but the Omega does not care for the smell, she stands firm.

"I will not eat without bathing."

"I command you to eat. I am your Alpha."

By the Goddess, she had never been in a pack, by the way she was behaving. The Omega had grown wily with the humans, their human beliefs and traditions had shaped her, now she was acting out against her Alpha. It angered him and aroused him at the same time. He wanted to fuck her and punish her at the same time, but Shredder knew, that if he fucked her, she would enjoy it, he didn't want her to enjoy it.

Shredder remembered his time with the Omegas in the past, how they had submitted to his will, spreading their legs at a single growl, renting the air with their pussy juices, fear was a stimulant to them, submitting made them happy, but this one had to be broken in, she had to know her place.

"Your Alpha commands you." He repeats, standing, towering above her menacingly, the food lays forgotten at his feet, it's not about the food anymore, it's a battle of wills, hers against his, Alpha vs Omega. And Alpha always wins.

She looks him in the eye, defiant, brazen. "I will not."

He bares his teeth, the slap to her face echoes in his lonely cave, the force of it sends her to the floor.

"Your previous Alpha's have been lenient, they have not broken you in." He snarls, taking a hold on her hair. "The duty lies on my shoulders then."

He drags her up, squeezing her breasts, manhandling her, she snarls, trying to bite any bit of skin that comes in close contact with her mouth.

He is careful, but there will be bruises, her skin is tender, soft. He drags her kicking and snarling, out of his den and out to the common area, where his pack members await chattering cheerfully.

When they spot the snarling Omega being dragged, all the chattering stops, they all stand, gathering around, faces solemn as Shredder ties his defiant Omega to the roots of the tree that stand strong and ancient, in the middle of the huge cavern.

Beth's snarls turn to sobs, she's ashamed and scared, as she should be.

"Bring the whip." Soul Shredder commands his pack members.

Nobody moves, the scent of the Alpha in the air is too strong, his aggression, his anger and his arousal. The pack can only watch, entranced, afraid.

Meatchop, being the stronger one, moves to obey his Alpha's orders, he procures the whip, still stained with the blood of the last pack member who had been disobedient to the Alpha in command.

"You see, Omega? Even other Alpha know their place. They obey. Once I break you in, once you obey, you will find that you will like it."

Beth closed her eyes, not a long time ago, she had been whipped in the human facility, she had been brough to heal, just like this, now that she was in a pack with others like her, she'd thought that they would love her, they would treat her right, but it was the same story again.

The whip landed on her back, making her arch, making her grunt. Pain was familiar, pain was home, pain was life.

She closed her eyes as the whip rained down again.

She might as well still be at the facility.

Her species was no different.

No less cruel.

At the end of it, when Beth was broken and bloody, when he untied her hands and told her to submit, Beth spread her legs, finally giving out, finally obeying.

Because she was tired. She was so tired.

Tired of life, tired of pain, of suffering.

The pack witnessed her shaming, the whipping, her submission. And when the Alpha carried her in his arms again, cooing about what a good Omega she was, Beth closed her eyes and let the tears fall.

He kissed them away, "Submission is survival. We do not have a choice. You do not have a choice."

She passed out.