Page 13 of Rescued by Four Alphas (Claimed by the Four Alphas #2)

" M issing? What do you mean by “missing?"

"Dahlia, I shouldn't have mentioned it," Dr. Marianna says quickly, but I can see the worry etched across her features even through the video call. "I don't want to add to your stress levels."

"Well, it's too late for that," I snap, sitting up straighter, and I suddenly feel dizzy. "Tell me what happened. Now."

She hesitates, then adjusts her glasses again. "Two pregnant Omegas were taken from one of our medical facilities. Both were there for routine prenatal appointments."

"Taken how? By whom?" My heart pounds against my ribs. "Were they kidnapped? Did someone break into the facilities?"

"We don't know all the details yet," she admits. "In both cases, the Omegas were escorted out by individuals claiming to be federal agents. The staff were shown official-looking credentials and warrants for 'medical evaluation.’

"Official credentials?" I feel sick. "So, this is government-sanctioned?"

"We're not certain. The credentials could have been forged." But her tone suggests she doesn't believe that.

I stand and pace the small confines of the safe room, my mind racing. "Wait, you said two more Omegas. How many pregnant Omegas are there? Omegas are incredibly rare in the first place. Where are they suddenly getting them from?"

Dr. Marianna's face goes carefully blank. "I'm not sure what you mean."

"Don't bullshit me," I say, my voice rising.

"You're telling me that in addition to me, there are at least four other pregnant Omegas?

Six, if we count the two who are missing.

Omegas make up less than three percent of the shifter population.

Pregnant Omegas are even rarer. The statistical probability of six pregnant Omegas existing simultaneously in the same geographic region is astronomical. "

"Dahlia, you need to calm down," she says.

"I will not calm down!" I snap. "You're lying to me. Where do these Omegas come from? Are they being bred? Are they being artificially inseminated? What the fuck is going on?!"

"I can't discuss other patients," she says stiffly.

"These aren't patients, are they?" The pieces seem to start clicking into place in my mind. "They're subjects. Test subjects."

"Dahlia, please. You're getting worked up over speculation."

"Am I?" I laugh bitterly. "Dr. Marianna, I'm a scientist. I understand statistics and probability. The odds of naturally occurring multiple Omega pregnancies happening simultaneously are virtually zero unless someone is orchestrating it."

She's quiet for a long moment, and I can see the internal struggle on her face.

"Are you part of it?" I ask quietly. "Are you part of whatever program is creating pregnant Omegas?"

"I would never hurt you or your babies," she says firmly. "My only concern is your health and well-being."

"That's not an answer," I point out.

"No, I am not… Evan did a thorough check on me before he agreed to bring you to me. If you don't trust me, then I don't think we should work together anymore."

The line goes dead.

I stare at the blank screen, my hands shaking. Fuck.

Heat flashes through my body, starting at my core and radiating outward. I drop the phone, pressing my palms to my cheeks. My skin feels like it's on fire.

"No, no, no," I mutter, recognizing the signs immediately. "Not now."

But my body doesn't care about timing. The stress of the conversation, combined with the hormone surges Dr. Marianna described, has triggered the beginning of my heat cycle.

My temperature spikes so rapidly that I break into a sweat. I tear off my sweater, then my tank top, desperate to cool down. Even in just my bra and yoga pants, I feel like I'm burning alive.

My skin becomes hypersensitive. The soft fabric of my bra feels like sandpaper against my nipples. I reach behind me to unhook it, sighing in relief as it falls away. But even the air moving across my skin feels too intense.

I need my mates. I need their touch, their scent, their presence. The bond we share pulses with desperate hunger, and I can feel my body preparing itself for them.

Slick begins to gather between my thighs as my core clenches with empty need. I press my thighs together, but it only makes the ache worse.

I stumble to the bed, my legs shaky and weak. The heat is building so fast I can barely think straight. My skin feels like it's been set on fire, and every nerve ending screams for relief.

"Fuck," I whimper, collapsing onto the mattress.

My hands shake as I reach for my swollen breasts. The moment my fingers contact my nipples, I cry out. They're so sensitive that even the lightest touch sends bolts of electricity straight to my core.

I pinch them, rolling the hard peaks between my fingers. The pain mixed with pleasure makes me arch off the bed. "Oh god, oh god..."

My other hand slides down my stomach, past the slight bump where our babies grow, and into my yoga pants. I'm already soaked, my pussy slick and desperate. When I slide one finger through my folds, I nearly sob with relief.

"Please," I beg to no one, inserting two fingers into my aching channel. "Please find me."

I pump my fingers desperately, my thumb circling my clit while I continue to torture my nipples. The pleasure builds, but it's not enough. Nothing will be enough except my Alphas.

My scent must be filling the room by now - the sweet, desperate smell of an Omega in heat. Surely, they can smell it even through the reinforced door of the safe room. Undoubtedly, one of them will come to me soon.

Tears stream down my cheeks as I fuck myself with my fingers, my hips lifting off the bed to meet each thrust. I'm making sounds I've never heard myself make, and my desperate whimpers and pleas echo off the walls.

I add a third finger, stretching myself, but it's still not enough. My body craves the thick length of my Alphas, their knots, their teeth in my neck as they claim me repeatedly.

The door rattles, and I hear Onyx's voice calling my name. "Dahlia? Are you okay in there? I smell..." His voice trails off.

I can barely move to answer him. My entire body is on fire, and saliva drips from the corner of my mouth as I pant like a wild animal. When the door opens, I lock eyes with Onyx across the room.

He freezes in the doorway, his nostrils flaring as my scent hits him full force. I see the exact moment his control snaps. His pupils dilate until his eyes are almost black, and a low growl rumbles from his chest.

I pull my fingers from my pussy with a wet sound, holding his gaze. "Come," I whisper, my voice barely recognizable. "Please come to me."

I don't know how it happens, but one second, he's standing across the room, and the next, he's naked and joining me on the bed. His clothes seem to have disappeared like magic, torn away in his desperation to get to me.

"Fuck, baby," he growls, his hands immediately grasping my thighs. "Your scent... It's driving me fucking insane."

He doesn't waste time. He takes off my yoga pants with my panties and his mouth is on my pussy immediately, his tongue lapping at my slick like he's starving for it. I cry out, my hands flying to his head to press him closer.

"Yes, yes, just like that," I sob, grinding against his face. "Suck me, please...ahhh!!"

Onyx groans against my skin, the vibration makes my thighs shake. His tongue circles my clit before he sucks it between his lips, and I scream with pleasure. My hips move frantically, fucking his face as tears pour down my cheeks.

"Please, Onyx, I need to cum," I beg desperately, fondling my breasts with both hands. "Please make me cum, I can't... I need it so bad..."

He redoubles his efforts, his tongue working my clit while two fingers thrust deep inside me. The combination is devastating. I arch off the bed with a broken cry as I cum.

"Fuck, yes!" I scream. My pussy clenches around his fingers as waves of pleasure crash over me. "Onyx!"

I'm still coming down from the high when Onyx lifts his head, his chin glistening with my juices. His eyes burn with primal hunger.

"Turn over," he commands, his voice rough and dominant in a way I've never heard before. This isn't my sweet, patient Onyx. This is an Alpha, and I'm the Omega he needs desperately.

I don't hesitate. I flip onto my hands and knees, presenting myself to him like the desperate Omega I am. My ass is high in the air; I'm still throbbing from my orgasm and already hungry for more.

Onyx's hands grip my hips, and then he's pushing into me without warning. I cry out at the sudden fullness, my walls stretching to accommodate his thick length.

"Fuck yes," he growls, not giving me time to adjust before he's pounding into me. "You're so fucking tight, and so wet for me."

The pace is brutal and precisely what I need. Each thrust hits deep, touching places inside me that make me see stars. I push back against him, meeting each savage stroke with equal desperation.

"Harder," I gasp, my fingers clawing at the sheets. "Fuck me harder, Onyx!"

His hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back so he can crash his lips against mine. The kiss is sloppy and desperate, and I can taste myself on his tongue. It's filthy and perfect.

"You taste so good," he pants against my mouth, never slowing his punishing rhythm. "I love how you taste on my tongue."

His pace is hard and brutal, like he's trying to reach the very core of me with each thrust. My body is on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure and need.

"I'm cumming," I cry out, feeling the familiar tension building in my belly. "Oh god, Onyx, I'm cumming again!"

"Cum for me," he commands. "Cum on my cock."

His words push me over the edge, and I shatter around him. I clamp down on his length as another orgasm tears through me, even more intense than the last.

But Onyx doesn't stop. Even as I'm still convulsing around him, he continues to pound into me relentlessly.

"Too sensitive," I whimper, my body trembling with overstimulation. "Onyx, please..."

"You can take it," he growls, not slowing down for even a second. "Take it, baby… take it for me."

His fingers appear at my lips, and I open my mouth instinctively. I suck on them desperately, hollowing my cheeks as I taste the salt of his skin.

"That's it," he praises, his other hand reaching around to find my swollen clit. "Suck my fingers while I fuck this pretty pussy."

The moment his fingers touch my clit, I'm cumming again. The pleasure is so intense it borders on pain, and I scream around his fingers as my body convulses beneath him.

Onyx's rhythm falters, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release. With a roar that shakes the walls, he buries himself deep inside me and cums. I feel his hot seed filling me, claiming me, marking me as his.

We collapse together in a tangle of sweaty limbs, both panting heavily. But even as Onyx's cum leaks down my thighs, I can feel the heat still burning under my skin. One Alpha won't be enough. Not during a cycle this intense.

As if summoned by my thoughts, the door opens again. Axl stands in the doorway, taking in the sight of Onyx and me collapsed on the bed, the scent of sex heavy in the air.

"Hope I didn't miss the party," he says with a wicked grin.