Page 184 of Incompatible

"What the fuck are you doing here!?" I explode. "Get out right now!"

But then it hits me that the house must be practically filled with the scent of my heat.

There isn’t an alpha in the world with a working sense of smell who could stay indifferent to something like that, and I see the change on Oswald’s face immediately.

Something animalistic flashes through it, something hard to describe, his eyes seem to redden slightly, his features sharpen, becoming almost feral.

"You’re in heat," he numbly states the fact. He doesn’t sound like himself, as if something speaks through him, some force stronger than his own will, that powerful piece of our biology inherited from aliens.

A second later I understand what is about to happen, so I turn and sprint toward the bedroom, the only room with a lock and where my phone is, but if I think I can outrun an alpha, life corrects my naivety instantly as Oswald makes one single leap. It’s fueled by that animal part of his nature and catches me right at the bedroom threshold.

A desperate scream rips out of me because I realize there is no option for anyone to save me now, my stalker cannot get into the house, the main door is extremely reinforced and secured with a code, no one can hear me through these walls, the windows are sealed tight with shutters…

Oswald’s hands clamp around my waist; he lifts me effortlessly as if I weigh nothing, takes three more steps and shoves me onto the bed.

"This is going to be heat rape if you force yourself on me now, Oswald!" I scream. "I’ll destroy you, I’ll ruin you, I’ll call every lawyer at Omega Red Line Agency, they’ll put guys like you behind bars for half a century!" I’m screaming like a madman.

And I fight, but it’s like trying to fight a pair of steel pliers, an alpha’s strength is many times greater than an omega’s, there is no way I can break free.

Oswald tears the robe off me. He looks frenzied and is probably already in rut. His eyes burn red.

"No! No!" I scream, and I think I hear some kind of thud, something slamming, a sound that shouldn’t be there… but since Oswald doesn’t react to it, I convince myself I must have imagined it.

I see him unzipping his pants and his cock springs free, hard and ready to force itself into me.

Panic completely overtakes me, I scream so loudly my throat genuinely hurts, but Oswald clearly trusts the window insulation because he doesn’t even try to silence me.

With all I have, I keep fighting; I try to push him away, but how do you push away a steel wall? And Oswald is not small; he probably has about fifty extra pounds around his waist, so he’s heavy and… relentless.

He shoves me to the side and that’s when he realizes I have a dildo inside me. His pupils dilate even more. He immediately grabs the base to yank it out.

"It’s a knotted dildo!" I scream. "You’ll tear me if you do that, you’ll tear me apart!"

It’s the only thing that seems to reach him even a little, he presses the button on the head and the air deflates instantly, then he rips it out of me and I use that moment to punch him in the face with everything I have.

I manage to split his lip, but he doesn’t react at all, as if it didn’t hurt him, and probably didn't; his rut makes sure of it, the frenzy too deep to break, he grabs my thighs and spreads them wide.

Did I hear a thud?

Again, I scream at the top of my lungs. I always thought that if I ever ended up near any alpha while I was in heat, I wouldn’t care who he was, I’d just want him to fuck me, I’d heard the stories about omegas who hated someone and once the heat came, they just… didn’t care.

That is not true for me.

The opposite happens. I feel overwhelming disgust, revulsion, resentment, anger, even pain pulsing from his touch. I don’t want him, under no circumstances. I don’t want him inside me.

An even louder thud reaches my ear.

He rises above me, aiming his cock at my entrance.

I feel my anger pushing out of my body, swallowing me whole.

"Nobody touches me but him!"

Something flashes in my head, a strange shadow of incomprehensible fury…

A fragment of darkness, a fragment of shock, a fragment of understanding that something is wrong with me, something that has always made me different from other people, some Dark Secret hidden inside me from the very beginning.

A tearing inside me, in the very root of my soul, that can create a void.