Addicted To Her The Alpha'S Irresistible Contract Mate novel Chapter 4
ab 4: Chapter 4 Being an omega is a curse
Naomi’s pov :
When I woke up again, the world was a haze of fire and fog. My eyelids fluttered open, heavy as lead, my body slick with sweat that soaked through the thin sheets beneath me. I tried to move, but ropes bit into my wrists and ankles, binding me spread-eagled to the four-poster bed in this dimly lit chamber.
The air was carrying the faint scent of aged wood and something metallic—blood? No, that was just my imagination, twisted by the agony coursing through my veins.
Heat. That’s what this was. As an omega, I’d heard the stories whispered in hushed tones among my kind: the relentless burn, the insatiable need that turned rational minds into desperate pleas.
But betas and alphas? They could never understand. For them, it was a fleeting discomfort, a biological nudge. For omegas, it was torture—a primal storm that ravaged the body from the inside out. My core throbbed with a pain that felt like shards of glass scraping against raw nerves, my skin hypersensitive, every brush of fabric against my flesh sending jolts of unwanted arousal mixed with excruciating ache.
Slick pooled between my thighs, my body’s treacherous preparation for an alpha’s claim, making me feel exposed, vulnerable, like a vessel waiting to be filled or shattered.
I’d only ever heard about heats till now—clinical explanations from elders, romanticized tales from mated friends. “It’s intense,” they’d say with a knowing smile, “but your alpha will make it right.”
I’d imagined it as a warm glow, a passionate interlude. But this? This was hellfire. My muscles cramped, my abdomen contracting in waves that left me gasping, tears stinging my eyes. I arched against the restraints, trying to alleviate the pressure, but it only made the slick flow more freely, soaking the bed and heightening my humiliation. Why now? Why here, in this godforsaken room, captured by him of all people?
The door creaked open, and a rush of cool air sliced through the stifling heat. Elias, the alpha who’d haunted my nightmares and dreams for three long years. His presence hit me like a tidal wave—his pheromones, rich and dominant, like smoked oak and storm clouds, wrapping around my senses. It was a balm and a torment all at once.
The pain eased fractionally, my body responding instinctively, craving more. But he was still across the room, leaning against the doorframe with that infuriating smirk, his broad shoulders filling the space, his dark eyes glinting with cold amusement.
“Naomi,” he drawled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones. “Look at you. Tied up like a present, and now going into heat? How convenient. Trying to seduce me so you don’t have to spill your secrets?”
I whimpered, the sound escaping before I could stop it. His scent was intoxicating, pulling me under, but he was too far. I needed him closer—needed his touch to quench this inferno. “E-Elias… please…”
He sauntered forward, each step deliberate, his boots echoing on the stone floor. The closer he got, the more his pheromones enveloped me, soothing the edges of my pain like cool water on a burn. But his expression was anything but kind—lips curled in mockery, eyes narrowed in suspicion. He stopped at the foot of the bed, towering over me, his arms crossed over his chest.
“Why did you run away three years ago, Naomi? And that night—why slip out like a thief? Answer me.”
I needed words, but my mind was fracturing under the heat’s assault. My pussy clenched emptily, slick dripping down my thighs, my nipples hardening painfully against the damp fabric of my shirt.
The pain surged again, a sharp stab in my lower belly that made me cry out. “I… I can’t… it hurts…”
Elias laughed, a harsh, bitter sound that cut through my haze. “Oh, now it hurts? Poor little omega. But you’re the one who betrayed me, aren’t you? Helped my enemies plot against me. And now you think batting those pretty lashes and leaking all over my bed will make me forget?”
I shook my head weakly, tears streaming down my cheeks. The heat was overpowering my thoughts, turning everything into a blur of need. “Touch me… please, Alpha… I need you…”
He leaned in closer, his breath fanning my face, but still not touching. His pheromones spiked, deliberate, teasing my senses. “Begging already? How pathetic. You need my help now, do you? After everything? But tell me, Naomi—who’s been taking care of your heats these past years? You must have found yourself a nice alpha to knot you through them. Someone from my rivals’ pack, perhaps? That’s why you’re so bold, helping them undermine me.”
No. Gods, no. There had been no one. But speech failed me; my throat was dry, my body convulsing in another wave of agony. Slick gushed anew, my hips bucking involuntarily against the air. I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my lip until it bled, the metallic tang grounding me for a fleeting second.
Elias’s eyes darkened, misinterpreting my silence as admission. His hand shot out, gripping my chin roughly, forcing me to meet his gaze. The contact was electric—his skin on mine sent sparks of relief through me, dulling the fire momentarily. But his grip was meant to hurt, fingers digging in like vices.
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