Chapter One

Oliver

 

 

 

The midnight sky dazzles with twinkling lights from the heavens. The water is mostly dark, save for the reflection of the stars. I watch the little white dots sparkle in the waves as they roll toward the shore. In the center of these twinkles is the enormous cruise ship that belongs to Benson Herington, prince of the land—and my alpha.

 

My hand presses to the center glass window along Benson’s room. He’s sound asleep, and I can hear him breathing from the bed. I’m naked, standing a bit nervously before the open sea far below. We are high on the cliff. It feels like the glass could break at any moment. As I lean against the glass, I imagine it shattering and me plummeting to my death. I shake in feat… Fear, however, is something that I must leave behind. Benson says that it’ll hold me back from my destiny to father his child unless I conquer it. Both of us silently wonder if fear is something that I can get past. Or is my worry just part of being an omega?

 

I’ve experienced so much since being with Benson. Our love is stronger than ever, and growing by the day. It’s not just our desires to fuck—something we do very often—but attempting also to find normalcy together. In the small gestures of him making sure that I have enough to eat and that I feel safe, I feel how much he loves me.

 

As I stare at the ship, I realize how far we’ve come. It’s been a couple of months since Benson killed his brothers for betraying their family. We hope that most of the treasonous betas have been caught. They were executed or are being kept deep in the dungeons of this ancient castle. I sometimes smell the fear of the prisoners as I walk through the halls.

 

Repairs to the boat go on day and night. Right now I can see beta workers cleaning the decks. They are small—tinier than ants from my vantage point—but their movements show them scrubbing hard to get out shards of glass and bloodstains.

 

Benson hasn’t told me what will come of the ship. After my terrifying escape from his room there, I don’t desire to return to it. Calius, being the sailor that he is, still lives on the ship. Yet, he still must report to Benson daily. So, every day Calius walks down the ramp of the ship, and into the castle to assist Benson. Then, at night, he returns to the ship to sleep. It all seems like a lot of work to me, but Calius must have his reason.

 

Calius and Emerald have been very attentive to me. Emerald brings me soups she makes, saying that the broth should help me conceive a baby. I wonder if I’ll ever become pregnant or if it’s just a myth about omegas. No one I speak to has actually encountered a pregnant omega.

 

Is everyone overly hopeful that this will work?

 

I feel something move behind me. Before I can turn, Benson presses his naked form to mine. He’s towering above me, and not saying a word. His lips kiss the side of my neck, and his cock swells at the small of my back.

 

Goosebumps raise on my arms, and my knees buckle. Benson snarls a bit before raking his teeth on my neck. He does this in the same place where he first marked me. I nearly topple over, but he catches me in his muscular arms.

 

“Oh…” the alpha growls, “I think I found your weak spot.”

 

Benson rakes me again before turning me around. I stare along his chiseled jaw that’s dusted with fresh stubble. His eyes flash red for a moment before he leans down, and kisses me. His lips are full and soft, but his movements are aggressive.

 

I feel his rough hands sliding down my smooth back. They find my rear and squeeze my cheeks. I jump a bit, nearly knocking my teeth into his. Still, Benson holds me back and then begins kissing me more roughly. He sucks on my lower lip, pulling it away from my face. Then, he releases it, leaving me wanting more.

 

I jump toward him, kissing him hard and rough back. Still, I’m not even able to move him. He’s an alpha; my strength can’t even compare. Nevertheless, Benson takes the challenge.

 

“You want it hard tonight, boy?” he growls.

 

I nod and feel my nipples erect with excitement.

 

“We’ll see how much you can take…”

 

Before I know it, Benson’s fingers are dancing around my hole. The delicate skin quivers. We’re standing there in the dark room next to the window with the starlight at my back. His rough hands knead my rear and a finger from each hand caresses my hole.

 

I gape just a little, wetting myself with excitement. Benson’s fingers lube up from my leak and slide inside. My legs buckle again, and I fall into his meaty chest. The mounds of his rock-hard pectorals feel like a wall of warm flesh.

 

I stay there, mouthing at the coarse hairs on his chest. My lips find his nipple and my tongue dances around its soft skin. Benson snarls and shoves both of his index fingers deeper inside of me.

 

My toes curl as the alpha starts to spread me. I dig into the floor as I feel my hole widening. I’m resisting, clenching as hard as I can. Two more of his fingers curl around my opening.

 

Benson fights against my clenching rear, pulling me wider until I feel the cool air of the room piling inside of my opening. I mumble something—I don’t even know what. My mind is buzzing like crazy, and the alpha starts to sweat.

 

His pectorals feel warm against my face as his chest hair grows. I can sense the wolf inside of him coming out to play. Two more fingers enter… now I have six, and they’re spreading me further and further apart.

 

I do my best, fighting him off as my legs shake. My hole burns as I lose the battle. I can feel my tender skin reddening as it stretches to its max. I’ve taken Benson’s enormous knot before, but he’s stretching me beyond that.

 

“A-alpha…” I whimper. “I—I—”

 

Benson doesn’t want to stop, and he doesn’t want me to ask him to. I’m just about to say it when he pulls out. I still feel open and soaked between my legs. He lifts me with both arms and tosses me onto the bed.

 

I bounce for a moment on my back. The room swirls as his heavy musk fills it. The alpha smells like the pure masculine energy of an entire football team—but all in one man. Benson moves toward me like a dark, heated shadow. He’s snarling with red eyes glowing.

 

All at once, he pounces, throwing my legs back as they smack into my chest. The air leaves my lungs, and I struggle to breathe. Benson growls and I feel my cock growing with excitement as he pummels my soft hole.

 

Nearly his entire fist dives into me. My knees press into my throat now, and he folds me in half, digging deeper and deeper. All four of his knuckles move into my hole, spreading it wider, and making me moan uncontrollably.

 

“I—I—” It’s all that I can say.

 

My cock leaps, smacking against my lower stomach as he plunges deeper. Precum pools from the slit of my cock and dribbles onto my chest. Benson moves his hand in and out of me, prepping my hole.

 

With his last thrust, he digs so deep that my eyes begin to water. I feel his thumb curling around, ready to insert his entire fist. My legs kick into the bed, and I nearly come with he pulls out of me.

 

I’m panting, partly glad that it’s over, and partly wanting more. Yet, as I sniff Benson’s musk, I know that I crave more of him. His knot is huge now as I watch it swaying in front the starlit backdrop provided by the windows.

 

My hole is wet and ready—and Benson knows this. He sniffs the air taking in my scent like a dangerous drug. I watch his eyes roll back in his head with pleasure. Then, the alpha turns me over and shoves into my rear. With one swift thrust, his knot pushes inside of my wet hole.

 

With my cock pressing into the bed, Benson fucks me from behind. His hairy, clawed fist finds my throat. He squeezes, nearly crushing it. I can’t breathe now as he pummels my ass from behind.

 

My heart is racing, and my eyes are watering. I’m both terrified and turned on. My balls feel heavy and sore as my cock leaks all over the bed. Benson pulls me up by the throat, still not allowing me to breathe. His lips are right next to my ear. I can feel his stubble scraping me.

 

“You like that, boy?” he snarls with hot breath into my ear, and wetting my neck.

 

How did he know? My heart pounds incredibly hard now. I’m dipping in and out of consciousness. Every time I come to, my balls feel heavier… and heavier… and… and…

 

Fuck!

 

A heatwave erupts all over me—it’s coming from Benson. He roars, and I feel his cock throbbing inside of my hole. My skin is stretched so tight I worry that I’ll never be the same down there.

 

Still, I don’t care as I struggle to breathe, and my cock feels like it might explode. Suddenly, Benson releases my throat. I gasp for air, and feel my cock erupt. Strings of salty-smelling come spurt from me.

 

I fall over with Benson sliding out of me. My cock still pumps as he rakes his canines against my neck. Even as the last drop comes out, Benson keeps raking me, making my body orgasm over and over.

 

After a few minutes, I ache all over. It’s a good ache, as though I’ve been used in the best of ways. Benson slides down my body and laps away all of the come. His hand circles my swollen hole, petting it to keep his fresh load deep within my gut.

 

A pain signals in my stomach. I wince, worried that he’s done some damage. Carefully, I breathe again, but the pain returns. This time, it’s sharper than before. It happens over and over as though someone is stabbing me.

 

“Alpha,” I whimper while gripping my stomach. “Something is… wrong.”

 

“Oliver?” he asks worried when he sees my face. “What is it?”

 

“I… I…” The room goes dark. Then, I awaken again—I’m dipping back again out of consciousness. For a moment, I feel like I might be sick. “H-help…”

 

I try to fight the pain, but it’s too intense. Benson is gripping me and lifting me into his arms. It’s only comforting for a moment to feel his muscular form against me. I try to say something, opening my mouth but words don’t come out.

 

“Oliver!” Benson panics.

 

He’s holding me, but I can barely feel him. My mind struggles to stay awake, but each pulse of pain sends me back into darkness. I reach up, feeling his scruffy face.

 

“Al…pha…”

 

The pain is so intense I question if I’m dying. My mind buzzes in alarm. My senses go numb, and I can’t see or smell. Then, all at once, my body goes limp. I can’t move as darkness sweeps over me.