Your friends titter about at the lunch table. Going over what it is that they need to pack for the annual Omega Camping Trip. A full weekend to do what omegas want to do without the fear of an arrogant alpha, or perhaps a needy beta.

No, this weekend is to connect with your fellow designation. To talk about your wants for the future. To giggle over the fact that you have finally completed your time at The Ravenwood Conservatory for the rich and elite omegas of society. A place that your mother said was necessary to turn you out to society. You were an unruly omega, and now you’re a perfectly demure broken omega. Ripe for your own alpha.

Not just any alpha of course. Your mother has had you betrothed since the moment your designation was apparent. She had only given birth to alphas before, and then more alphas after you. You were the disappointment in her eyes. But not your father, the president of the Vanguard Institute, a war college for alphas. What more of a suitable match for you than the provost’s son, Curtis Everett.

Your life has already been laid in front of you, and you as a gracious omega have to accept. So while your friends are talking about the world beyond, you’re leaving this place where you were in the care of others, and right into another home. Just where you are told what to do, and how to act. Your families will be joined, and you will give them the perfect grandchildren, hoping that most will of course be alphas.

As if this institution wasn’t enough, everyday you had to suffer with Professor Levinson. A man that is as cruel as he is attractive. Annoyed with small talk and silly questions from insufferable omegas. And yet, he chose to teach here. An upstanding alpha in the community, although he has since remained unmated.

The professor is exceptionally cruel to you. It’s like your mother had given him permission to destroy you in whatever way he deemed necessary. Making you stand in front of the class with his book on your head, while all the other omegas laughed was just the beginning.

He had your arms and legs shackled to your desk throughout the entire day. All while he would come up to you and ask why being in a submissive position made you so wet. Claimed he could smell your suppressants wearing off. Or maybe the great professor was trying to scent you too much.

He had an effect on you that you didn’t quite understand. You feel so much anger, revulsion, and pure heat towards him. It doesn’t even make sense. But one thing is for sure, you’ll be glad to get out of this hell hole, and away from him. To your new life as Mrs. Curtis Everett.

——

Professor Levinson kicks the bottom of your desk, and stares down at you. Your eyes roll up from your laptop, and you glare up at him. He infuriates you with his sparkling blue eyes and manly scent. Which you’ve never noticed before. The professor tilts his head, and his nostrils flares as he gazes down at you.

His fingers drum over your desk, and he looks towards the rest of the omegas in your class. It’s always you. He always singles you out. He hates you, and you have not the slightest idea as to why.

The professor bites at his lips in a most tantalizing way before he clears his throat. Always the clearing of the throat before he makes an announcement. His voice hits a low octave that tingles throughout your body. “Alright, Omegas, your dismissed for the final time,” everyone in class shuffles around as they pack up their laptops.

“Except you,” he smirks as he knocks on your desk, and then returns to his own. Crossing his arms over his chest, he leans back on the overly ornate mahogany desk. He keeps his eyes on you while the others file out of his classroom. Waiting for the door to slam shut before his finger lifts and he swishes it back and forth.

You stare at him unmoving, and he clears his throat, “This would go a lot easier if you would just spread your legs.”

“I’m no longer in your class anymore, Professor. This was my last class of the day. I’m done.”

“Physically you are in my class. Spread. Your. Legs,” you cross them instead, and a low growl emerges. “Miss Blackthorne, you're really starting to piss me off,” you’re unmoving as you glare up at him. “Do you know why I inspect you?”

“No, Professor, why exactly do you want me to spread my legs, so you can see my panties?”

“Your mother asked me to,” he’s lying. Not that you would put something like this past your mother, but he’s lying. “You do know that there’s research that happens here, yes?”

Of course you knew. Everyone knows that there is constant research for omegas here. you get people who see first hand the way omegas act while not surrounded with alphas. The only reason that you’re even on suppressants is because going into heat is terribly unbearable. There’s always new and better suppressants being created right in these very halls. Courtesy of Professor Ari Levinson.

“She asked me to keep an eye on you because you were meant for such better things. How is Mr. Everett? Do you have your wedding date set? Are you going to let him knot you before the wedding? Test out what it is he gets to mate with for the rest of his life? All while you sit at home, bearing his pups, and he fucks whoever he wants to.”

“His knot will belong to me.”

“And what a great honor that is,” he says sarcastically. He wags his finger again. The most dehumanizing way for you to spread his legs. “You better get used to it, Miss Blackthorne. Curtis has an appetite, and he will request to see your cunt, and see just how juicy and sweet you are for him.”

“My husband has the right to do that. You do not. Not anymore.”

“Do you know that your mother has had you on experimental suppressants?” No. And it doesn’t surprise you that she does. “Do you think that it’s in an omegas right to suppress her natural urges?”

“If I’m promised to someone, then yes. I can’t be — no. I was not meant for anyone but Curtis.”

“You always follow the rules, Miss Blackthorne?” Your name slides off his tongue like a silk, and you gulp, clenching your thighs together. His brow lifts up as he watches your legs, “Open. Your. Legs,” he says too forcefully. An alpha command. He didn’t want to have to do that, but you’re too stubborn for your own good. He loves stubborn brats.

You let your leg fall to your chair, and close your eyes. Sliding your legs apart, and locking them on either side of the chair. Wrapping your ankles around the legs of the chair. “Lift up your skirt,” you gulp. Sitting there with your hands clinging to the desk. “Be a good girl,” he croons, and you lift up the plaid skirt.

It’s always occurred to you that whoever ran this school had a fetish for school girls, hence the need for uniforms even on grown women. “Good fucking girl,” his voice melts into your skin, and you preen. Scooting forward so you can spread your legs wider. “No panties?”

“No,” your voice shakes. Ari leans down, getting a better look at your glistening cunt. Your juices weep onto the chair, and he licks his lips.

“You’re making a mess. Did you take your suppressants?” You nod. You always take the suppressants they give you. This one looked different than the usual. “It’s a new formula. Created by yours truly.”

“What — it’s a suppressant?”

“It’s what was requested for you to take. You are going on the camping trip, yes?” You nod your head. You didn’t have a choice, none of you did. It’s what’s required. One last trip, and you’re all alone. Possibly some ritual to make omegas see that they truly need a big strong alpha to protect them.

“Have fun,” he says as his tongue darts out of his mouth. He licks his lips before bringing the bottom one in to bite.

“Is that all?” He cocks his head to the side as he stares at you, “You ask me to stay after class every day, spread my legs for you to look at my pussy?”

“Is there more than I should be doing? And you chose to not wear panties. I would be staring at a pair of ruined panties instead of your dripping cunt.”

“Why are you looking at me anyways?”

“I told you, inspection.”

“But you’re not even that close.”

Ari rolls his eyes as he fully stands up, “C’mere, Miss Blackthorne, and lean over my desk,” your eyes go wide as you stare at him. “This is what you wanted, me closer to your tight little pussy. So go on, bend over my desk, and give me the best seat of the house,” he snaps his fingers,and you get up. Sighing in annoyance as you walk to his desk, and lean over the expensive wood.

“Pull up your skirt, Miss Blackthorne,” you do as he says, and lift your skirt around your waist. Ari steps behind you, and uses his foot to edge your legs further apart before squatting down.

“What — what do you see?”

“An omega with a weeping cunt that badly needs to be fucked like an animal, and forced to take an alpha’s knot,” his voice sounds so bored as he stands back up. “Enjoy your trip, Miss Blackthorne.”

Your cheeks flare up with embarrassment as you stand up, and tug down your skirt. You can’t even look at him as you grab your bag. It’s humiliating that he can just stare at you in a vulnerable state. That he can set things on fire and want nothing in return. He’s made of steel, and it annoys you.

“And Miss Blackthorne,” he says before you make it out of the classroom, “Don’t go wandering around at night alone,” like he cares. He doesn’t care at all. “Enjoy your time with Mr. Everett,” you spin around too fast to see him wink at you. You just need to get out of here. He didn’t determine your life anymore.

Ari cracks his neck, inhaling deeply as his eyes focus on your seat. Pupils pinging out wide, and he lifts up his phone. He doesn’t even have to wait for the person on the other line to respond. He hears his breathing, “I should let you know that the anti-suppressants are working amazingly.”

There’s a low growl on the other end, and Ari chuckles, “She smells so sweet. Ripe and aching for her first knot. Who do you suppose will catch her first.”

“Is that a challenge?”

Ari’s laugh is low and sinister before he clicks off the phone. You are never going to know what hit you. Your fear is going to taste so sweet. If your mother didn’t think you could handle it, she wouldn’t have asked for Ari to check on your well being while here. If you couldn’t handle it, you wouldn’t have fought back. Beautiful, angelic omega.

——

You rock back and forth in your tent. Clutching your legs to your chest as your lip trembles. So much for a fun weekend getaway with the graduating omegas. Everyone was going to be going out into society, and this was the time that you can be free as an omega. Away from alphas that will scent you, claim you, breed you, and who knows what else.

This was the time of aloneness. You are supposed to be reflecting on life alone. Instead you’re in pain. Excruciating pain that lights up your entire body. Vibrating through all your veins. It’s a pain and yearning you feel in every strand of hair on your head, and all the way to each of your toes.

So much for omega-hood. So much for enjoying your time as a free woman. Sweat drips down your forehead, and you clench your legs tighter. There’s a burn that you can’t describe. Something that seems so ancient and foreign burrowing in you gut. Lower into your core and you sob out.

The other omegas had frolicked off in search of firewood. Deeming you annoying and just plain sick. They didn’t get that this is a sickness that you have never experienced. This is inexplainable. You would either know, or you didn’t. This is primal.

You ache for something that you’ve never had, and don’t understand. You’ve only read of such in books. Wrote papers on this in class. But you are diligent on taking your suppressants. Your mother even spent the extra money on the best ones on the market. You’ve never had this. Except — the experimental ones that Professor Levinson mentioned.

It’s eerily quiet. Like the others have left you to die and suffer because your body craves a knot. Addicted to something you’ve never had. You are to wait and save yourself for your future alpha. For Curtis.

You whimper when you hear a growl in the distance. It’s too far away, and too close, and you feel it soothe your aching body in the most peculiar way. “Right on time,” you hear his stupid voice say. He had something to do with this shit. You know it. And yet, you desire him to see the mess that you are. For him to gaze upon your body getting ready to take her alpha.

“And you got all the other omegas out of here?”

“Yep,” you hear his low rumbled laugh as they get closer.

“Poor little omega. Not one of them even remembered she was out here dying for cock,” who the fuck is that? The first voice you recognized as Curtis. And of course, Professor Levinson.

”She smells fucking delicious,” that is four different voices. And here you are alone in the wilderness, and in heat! “And this is the new meds you created?”

“Yeah, switched out her suppressants myself. Even before she left, you should have seen the way her cunt was dripping on her chair. I could have fucked her right then. Of course, she wasn’t in heat then. Makes this chase so much more fun. Listen at her teeth trembling. Miss Blackthorn, come on out of that tent. You’re fooling no one.”

“No,” you reply. Trying to keep your emotions and pain in check.

Ari sighs in exasperation, “Told you that she’s a brat. I promise though, it’s worth it. No one in the past four years has smelled like her. Miss Blackthorn, if you come out, I will explain what exactly is going on. You have been chosen to be part of a higher order.”

“The rich and elite?”

“Yes,” Curtis says. You’ve met him a few times. Maybe made out, and had some fun. “Seeing how Ari and I are the only ones that have tasted you, please do be a good girl, and step out.”

You move quicker than you should. Gripping your stomach as you rip open the tent. You glance across the four men, and step back from them. They’re massive. All devilishly handsome. Emphasis on devil. And your legs buckle with weakness. There is four knots right there.

“She is a pretty little thing,” you cock up an eyebrow, staring at the one leaning on a tree, “Nick Fowler. FBI.”

“Russel Shaw,” he didn’t divulge in his career. “I could tell you, but then I’d have to eat you.”

Ari rolls his eyes, and leans back in his chair. “He’s…”

“It’s a need to know basis, Levinson!”

“So why…are you here?” You look amongst the four of them, feeling so much smaller and weaker than you know that you are.

“Well, this trip, it’s a cover,” of course it is. “Normally a group of alphas come up here, and go sniffing around the fresh omegas, ready to go out into society. A chase ensues, and I hear it’s quite fun for everyone involved. And everyone leaves with a mate.”

“And this year?”

“Oh, it’s still happening. We just moved them to another location. You see you are one of the rare students that exemplify the qualities to have more than one alpha, but also…”

“You taste really good,” Curtis interrupts Ari. “And that was on suppressants. I already know that you will taste that much sweeter now that you’re off them.”

“What my fellow member of our — club, failed to mention is that you have this uniqueness,” you’re not quite following what he’s meaning. A uniqueness of what? “Your father is our president. And you were bred for perfection.”

“Are you in a secret society or something?” None of them answer. They keep their heated gaze on you, but speak nothing. “I get it. I am perfect and can take more than one alpha, and all of you volunteered to have me.”

“Precisely.”

“There’s four of you, and I only have three holes,” Russell tenses, and stands up straight. “So how does that work?”

“Omega,” Curtis coos. He’s the one you are supposed to be marrying and mating with. “You shouldn’t say such things with four alphas that are nearly in rut. You can never know exactly how good you smell right now. We have remained celibate in preparation. All except Ari who needed to inspect you.”

“Whose benefit was that? Mine or all of yours?”

“Everyone involved,” Nick says. You grab your stomach even tighter. Scenting them hurts even worse. You feel them all over you. Already in you. “So do you want to go with tradition, and chase you, or?”

“Just lay on my back and let all of you spear me with your cocks?” Every last one of their stances change. Like they’re getting ready to pounce. “Oh, you do think I’m just going to let you do whatever you want to my body.”

“Miss Blackthorn, your heightened heart rate, quivering lip, and the way you’re holding your stomach tells me you’re in no shape to be chased. And if you really wanted to, you would have already ran. You’re standing there, clenching your thighs and looking at every single one of us. You can’t even figure out who you want to go first. If you want to take us all at the same time. Maybe taking multiple people at the same time. It seems unfair.”

"Wouldn't your seed go to waste if you’re in my ass or my throat?”

“I’m tired of the talking,” Russell interrupts. “Run or get on your knees. Take your fate as we give it to you.”

Your eyes drift between the four of them. Not hating what they’re suggesting, you always were hard to tame. A smirk tickles the side of your mouth as you lift it. Ari sighs again, and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Don’t,” he warns you. Just before you spring away. “And here I thought for once she would be easy.”

“You’ve had her in class for four years, and you’ve never done more than licked her seat.”

“Yeah, and you could have already knotted her, instead you spent the evening fucking her with your tongue.”

“And holding her hand while I talked her through it,” Ari rolls his eyes again, while Russell tilts his head, eyeing the way you ran.

“Which one of you is actually in rut, and not just sprayed with pheromones?” Nick asks the important question, continuing to count in his head. He watches as only one person sits down. He leans back in his chair, and stretches his arm behind his head. “Figures. She’s still all of ours though, right?”

He nods his head one time, and Nick lets out a sly smile. “I get her first then,” he says before running off in the direction you went. He didn’t even care about being the first to knot you. Having you first suited him just fine.

His eyes move back and forwards through the forest, listening more than looking. You even made pretty little sounds when you ran. Already panting and anticipating taking all of them tonight. The especially bratty ones always need more than one alpha. Needy little things.

“Oomph,” Nick crashes behind your body. Reaching around you he claws and your jeans. Ripping them and pulling them down your body. Bringing his hand up, he spits into it before burying it in between your thighs.

“You little slut,” he roars before he yanks at his own jeans. “Such a fucking little slut. Freeing his beast of a cock, he impales you. Giving you no time to adjust. You squeak, digging your fingers into the tree bark.

There is nothing sweet or passionate about his pace. It is hard, short thrusts into you. More about his pleasure than yours. Which you suppose is a good thing considering what is yet to come. “So what made you so wet?”

“Knowing it would take four cocks for me to be satisfied instead of one. Guess you guys lack in — girth. Oh!” Your eyes roll in the back of your head as he slams into you.

“What was that again, omega? You know why you're so wet?”

“Tell me.”

“Because you’re a slut thinking about two cocks in your pussy, one in your ass, and one in your mouth. Filled to the brim with cum,” you don’t respond, but you moan in pleasure as he crushes you into the tree. Hard pleasure mixed with the stabbing tree has you floating, ready for more.

“In time, omega. You have to earn to get us all at once,” he shoots his load into you, and you whine at the fact that you didn’t get to come. Snarling as you look back at him. “You probably will run better without your pants around your ankles,” he laughs as he tucks himself back in his pants. Walking away from you.

You don’t have to listen to him. Pulling your pants up again, you wobble on your feet. Getting off to a rough start before racing again. Whipping through all the trees, and going back the way you came. They’ll never find you that way.

You give a yell as someone slams their hard body into you. Grabbing around your waist, they lower you to the forest floor. “You should have kept these off,” Russell grunts as he yanks your pants back down. This time he ensures you won’t put them back on, and pulls them, and your shoes all the way off.

“Not even putting up a fight,” he says before crawling over your body. He smacks at your ass, and then pulls you apart at the same. “Sloppy little slut,” are his final words before he stabs into your messy worn hole. He thrusts into you at an angle that makes your toes curl, and your back arch. Digging your fingers into the dirt to find a way to ground yourself.

You’re going to be fully ruined by the end. “It’s a shame that this has to be quick. Did Nick tell you what you’re going to be?”

“A cock ornament for some severely lacking alphas?”

“She’s feisty. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?”

“I’ve been known to suck some cock,” his stomach bellows out a laugh as he pushes your chest into the floor. Making it more difficult for you to breathe, and it makes you tingle. Getting so much closer than Nick had got you. A lewd moan wrecks the forest, stirring all the little woodland creatures away from you.

“Sorry,” he says before spilling in you.

“You assholes!” Pulling himself out, he shakes his cock over you, fully milking himself on your ass. “What is your problem?”

“Don’t have one. But he might,” he says pointing behind you. “Who gets your sloppy cunt last?” Grunting, you pull yourself up, and walk briskly more than run. “Complaining, and you’re still hobbling around. Too easy,” Russell yawns before heading back to camp. “Getting my seat to enjoy the grand finale.”

You barely make it two feet before seeing him in front of you. “Are you going to fuck me without finishing me?”

“Yes,” he says before he lifts you up. Positioning you too easily over his cock before you sink over him. He walks you back to a tree, and starts pounding into your warm flesh.

“We were to get married, and now you’re just going to share me?”

“You like it,” your head leans back onto the tree, and you just take what he gives you. “You like running around with your alphas’ cum leaking down your legs. Knowing that we’re all going to find you. You can run, omega, but we’ll always find you.”

“Am I going to get to come?”

“Poor thing,” Curtis purrs. His movements are so much more deliberate than the other two. Longer and deeper. There isn’t an odd need just to get off, but to just discover and feel your body. “Don’t worry, you’ll be taken care of. You would be exhausted if we all took our time. And we will take our time. Baby you, watch you proudly as you prepare a nest. We’ll give you everything you could never need.”

“Curtis!” He buries his face into your neck. Nipping and sucking on your mating gland. You’re right there. So close. So very close. You wish he would just mark you. Clenching your eyes close, you wait for the beautiful serenity to take over your body. Scratching down his back before that familiar warmth seeps into your womb. “No!”

“Come, little one,” Ari says as Curtis pulls himself out of you. Slowly he lowers you to the floor, and you’re just too exhausted to care anymore. You’ve accepted the fate that the gods have bestowed upon you. An omega too much for only one alpha. The fights that will be had between them as they try to show you who is the leader. A pack of alphas and one omega. Sounds interesting.

“Seal your fate,” he says, lowering himself down on a blanket. “You’re the one in control this time,” with your eyes half lidded, you waddle over to him. Worn out, and still desiring more. Desiring the thing that you were destined and designed to do.

“I’m a good omega?” You ask as you sink to your knees. He grips to the base of his cock, and guides you over to him. Lowering down, you gasp as you fully take him.

“Don’t you dare stop,” he coos, and you don’t stop. Not until you’re fully seated on him. “You are the best omega,” you preen, starting to undulate your hips. Arching your back, and taking him even deeper. “So good that one alpha isn’t enough. One will never be enough for you, huh?”

“I’m not a brat?”

“You’re brat,” you pout at him, bringing the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen. “But you’re our brat. Always ours.”

Ari’s thick hands grab ahold of your hips. Guiding you over him. Slamming you harder into him. “You’re getting tired.”

“No,” you’re not tired. You’re just getting started.

“Okay,” he chastises. Continuing to use your body like a fuck toy. Lifting you and letting you fall. Over and over again. Your head lolls back, and you notice the other alphas just sitting and watching. Staring at where the two of you connect, and the creamy mess that they made leaks onto Ari.

“You feel good, Miss Blackthorn?” You feel amazing. Fulfilled. “You like them watching, and wishing it was them, huh?”

“Uh huh.”

“They’re obsessed, and you’re not even filled with our pups. We’ve got time. Let go, omega. Get what you’ve been begging for. What you have teased me for. Take your knot,” something feral in your body seizes you. Every part of you is singing with pleasure. Gasping, clawing, releasing a euphoria that you have never felt.

“Ahh,” you both moan in pleasure and discomfort. Your body locks into place, and you collapse on Ari’s shoulder. Panting, and trying to move.

“Shh, shh, shh. That, sweet omega, is your first knot.”

“It hurts.”

“Only for a moment. Enjoy it. Know that there will come a time that every single one of us will stretch your beautiful little cunt out. And we’re all going to watch. All going to stare at how wide you are, taking every bit of us.”

And that’s what you’ll do. You’ll keep doing it, and doing it. Until you have a house full of their pups. And you will never give up on the chase.