Omega Trapped

Table of Contents Title Page Author’s Note Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Epilogue Lots more books by Beau Brown @ Copyright (c) 2023 by Beau Brown Omega Trapped By Beau Brown Author’s Note Dear reader, This story contains violence, discussions of abortion, and graphic sex scenes. If this is something that upsets you, please don’t read this story. Of course, there is a happy ending. I hope you enjoy reading about Valentino and Nico as much as I loved writing their story. Beau Prologue Nico I’m in heat and high as a kite. I feel drowsy from all the drugs and pheromones swirling inside of me. Sweat covers my body, and I can barely open my eyes. The alpha fucking me doesn’t care if I’m conscious or not. That’s how he always is. I don’t even know his real name. He makes me call him El Supremo. I can’t stand him. He’s got a fucking huge ego, but he brings me drugs, so I let him use my body. I’ve long since given up caring that he’s a dick. It’s how I survive. I have no money. No family. No home. But I have heroin. Might as well get high and let this alpha fuck me. At least then, I have some degree of pleasure in my life. Sometimes I even come. I’m alone. Unclaimed. It’s hard never being touched. Kissed. Stroked. That desire to be caressed is part of an omega’s DNA. So I let El Supremo take what he wants, and I get what I need too. Well, I do it for the drugs. Let’s not kid ourselves. Heroin helps me forget how shitty my life is. I just drift off, and it’s like I’m not even here anymore. It’s not like there’s a lot of joy in my life that I’m missing out on. Why be awake when I could be numb? El Supremo finishes inside me with a grunt. He pulls out and swears under his breath. “Fuck. The condom broke,” he grumbles. I hold his irritable gaze, trying to make sense of his jumbled words. “What?” He studies me with his cold dark eyes. He’s older than me, and there’s a streak of white hair at his temple. He’s not particularly attractive. His body is okay, but he looks mean. He is mean. “The condom broke again?” I mumble. “Why do they always break with you?” I know why. Because he’s rough. Brutal. “Shit. You’re in heat too.” His eyes harden. “That’s not good.” I’m finding it difficult to focus on anything but the drugs buzzing deliciously through my bloodstream. “It’ll be okay,” I say, hoping he’ll just leave so I can enjoy my heroin high. “Not if you’re knocked up it won’t be,” he mutters. I scowl. “You’re ruining my buzz.” “Is that right? Don’t want to come down yet?” He glances around at the grungy little motel room he rented for the hour. “I guess I can’t blame you for that.” I grunt and close my eyes. I feel him watching me, and then he says, “Hey, you want another bag? I have an extra. You can have it for free.” My eyes fly open. “For free?” I’ve known him a few months, and he’s never once offered me an extra bag of heroin. He’s definitely never given me a damn thing for free. There’s always a cost. “You don’t want anything for it?” “Nah.” I squint at him. “Really?” “I’m in a generous mood.” He curls his lip. “Do you want it or not?” I know he’s not doing this out of the goodness of his heart, but my greed overrides the warning bells. “Yeah. Yeah, I… I want it.” He reaches into his suit jacket and then holds the little baggie out. “Here.” I reach for it, and he pulls it away. “Hey.” I scowl at him, not sure what game he’s playing. “Let me watch you take it.” “But it’s too soon.” He must know that. I’m still extremely high. “I… I’ll take it later.” He shrugs. “You either take it now, or the offer is off the table.” I quickly hold out my trembling hand. “Give it to me. Don’t take it away.” My need burns through my body as I look at him pleadingly. It’s dangerous to take more drugs so soon, but I can’t just let him walk away. I need that heroin. I fucking need it. He tosses it to me, his expression icy. “Hurry up. I have places to be.” Hands shaking, I fumble around for the piece of foil I use to heat the drugs and my lighter. I know this is reckless, but if I don’t use the drug now, he’ll take it away. I can’t let that happen. It’s free. How the fuck can I turn that down? I shake out the heroin onto the foil, holding my straw between my teeth. I click the lighter a few times, and when the flame finally appears, I heat the bottom of the foil until the powder turns to liquid. As a vapor appears, I inhale it through the straw. My lungs burn, and I hold the vapor there, excitement rushing through me. It only takes a few minutes, and the effects hit me. “Oh, fuck yeah,” I whimper, closing my eyes. At first, it’s heaven. The rush and following euphoria surround me like a lover’s arms. My mouth is dry, my skin is flushed, and my arms feel heavy. Everything is perfect until my breathing becomes slow and shallow. Too shallow. I can’t seem to pull air into my lungs. Feeling alarmed, I open my eyes. El Supremo watches me with a strange expression. I’m surprised he’s still here. Usually, he’d have left