Page 10 of Omega Ruined

It wasn't until we were in our dorm again that anyone spoke. One of the women came over to hand me a sheet of paper. "Your schedule."

"Thanks. I'm Olivia."

She just nodded. "I'm Bella. I'll give you one piece of advice and maybe you'll get through this without too much trauma. Do exactly what they say, when they say."

Glancing around the windowless room, I whispered, "Has anyone ever escaped?"

Bella snorted. "Nope. I heard one girl did up north, but that was a while back and they caught her. Don't let anyone hear you.Don't even think about it. You'll be in more trouble than you can imagine."

"Are we all stuck on the heat-den track?" I was curious.

Her face immediately dropped. "Fuck, I'm sorry. No. We're all supposed to be fixed for the fucking second rate packs."

"Is anyone else being sent straight through to the dens?" I was terrified of the answer.

"I only know of a couple of omegas who did it," another woman spoke up. "They were only here for a month."

One month. Four weeks. That's all the time I had to figure out an escape. I climbed into my bed and curled up with the thin blanket, my mind racing as I tried to figure out how to get out of this situation.

As I drifted off to sleep, a warm happiness filled me and I jerked upright, realizing it wasn't my happiness… it was my ex-alphas' happiness flooding me with joy as they did whatever they were doing. Just thinking about them made me want to vomit. I tamped down the bond and blocked them out as best I could. Unfortunately, that meant staying awake until I was so tired, I fell asleep before their feelings could filter through.

In the morning, we were woken by an alarm and had fifteen minutes to get dressed and ready for the day. After a quick breakfast of plain oatmeal with a glass of water, we all rushed to our classes, bare feet slapping on the cold tiles. My first class was Pleasing Your Alpha 101 and it was shocking. The massive dildos the teacher handed out seemed far too large to be realistic, but we were expected to fellate them with ease.

"No wonder your alphas didn't want you," the teacher scoffed when I struggled to stretch my mouth around the huge green monstrosity I'd been assigned. "How is an alpha supposed to knot your mouth like that?"

"KNOT my mouth?" I stared at her in horror.

A blinding pain jerked my body away from the dildo and I fell to the ground, shaking from the electric shock one of the beta guards had just given me. As I lay gasping, he stood poised, ready to zap me again.

The buzzing faded from my ears. I scrambled up to sit on my cushion again and grabbed the dildo, ignoring that it had fallen to the floor. I tried again, stretching my mouth until I thought the corners of my mouth would tear. Tears dripped down my cheeks and I tried to force more than the tip into my mouth.

I failed.

Another zap.

By the fourth zap, I lost control of my bladder and lay gasping in pain and humiliation on the floor. The teacher lost interest and wandered off to harass another student while I sobbed on the floor in a puddle of my own mess.

"Get the fuck up and go get the cleaning supplies," the guard snapped, kicking me harshly in the ribs.

I crawled to the corner where the bucket of cleaning supplies sat and dragged it back to my spot. It took a few minutes to clean the area up and take the cushion to the laundry. The class ended and I ran up to the dorm to quickly shower and change before heading to the medical office. I had no classes, but I did have a medical exam.

The doctor was waiting impatiently when I burst through the doors to the clinic.

"No running in the Center," he said sternly, sounding like he was scolding a child. "Strip down and get on the table."

I looked around for a gown, but there wasn't anything. "Is there a gown?"

"Just take off your clothes and I'll cover you with a sheet," the nurse said.

It was humiliating, but I stripped off my clothes in front of strangers for the second time in as many days and quickly climbed onto the table.

The nurse tossed a sheet haphazardly over me. It didn't really cover much, but the doctor was already there, pressing down on my sore jaw, checking my eyes with a flashlight, and jotting things down on his tablet. When he'd finished the main exam, he had me scoot down and popped out the stirrups I was so familiar with.

"Says you're infertile. Did you get that checked out?"

"My alpha… uh, the alpha in charge of my old pack had a friend who was a doctor. He came and checked me a few times."

He grunted and peered between my legs, pushing the speculum into me. "Well, there doesn't seem to be any medical records for you that we can find, so we'll need to do all our own tests. Nurse, take blood samples for all the usual panels."