Alpha's Bond: A Reverse Harem Omegaverse Story (The Clarity Series Book 3) Read online

  Alpha’s Bond

  The Clarity Series, Book 3

  Ivana B. Kinkee

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  About the Author

  Tentacle Press

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  ALPHA’S BOND

  THE CLARITY SERIES BOOK 3

  A REVERSE HAREM OMEGAVERSE STORY

  Text copyright © 2018 Ivana B. Kinkee

  Published with Tentacle Press. http://www.thetentaclepress.com/

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the author. The only exception is by a reviewer, who may quote short excerpts in a review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

  Cover design by Ivana B. Kinkee

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  Chapter One

  The cold tile had bruised Karissa’s shoulder and hip, her neck aching even though she’d curled an arm underneath her head as she’d slept.

  Alone.

  Without any of the males surrounding her to keep her warm, to drown her in their scent and smother her thoughts with their touches. Their fucking purrs.

  There was a twitch in her chest, humming first with concern and then anger. That was what had woken her from her fitful sleep. And it was getting stronger.

  She knocked over the plastic cup in her haste to move, planting her back against the bathroom door just before damning footsteps reached it and the wood shook under a heavy fist.

  Boom. Boom.

  “Omega!” Mordek’s voice held a growl, and she hated the instant urge to quail. To cower and obey that powerful, rumbling tone. “Open the door.”

  Anger had been her only companion for a night, or at least for several hours in the dark bathroom. Her only sanctuary in this place, it was like a cave. Cool, hollow, with the moist scent of water close at hand. The space had made it easier to let the rage build, stoking it with the memory of his command, of Jeden’s — of the betrayal she still felt like a hot stone in her chest.

  Rattle. Boom. Boom. BOOM!

  The whole door shook against her back, the flimsy wood and ancient hinges threatening to give way and rip her last bit of protection away. “COME OUT. NOW.”

  Karissa moved before her brain had even caught up, obeying — but the anger tugged at the command. Ripped at it. Fighting it even as her hand landed on the doorknob and began to twist. Still locked. The tiny, fragile mechanism was still engaged, and that extra bit of mental effort let her break the daze and yank her hand back.

  Son of a bitch.

  Growl caressing the insides of her ribs, she settled back on her heels. Knees digging into cold tile with a painful reminder of the concrete he’d forced her to just the day before with a different command, using that same furious tone. She stared at the door, sensing Mordek seething just beyond it, and asked the only question that mattered. “Do you have the phone?”

  “What!” Mordek rattled the door again and she caught the doorknob with both hands, trying to hold it still.

  “The phone!” she yelled, wrapping the rage around that hum in her chest so that the painful edges of it were dulled. She’d told the Alphas that she had to call her mom, to call Tawny, and she wasn’t backing down.

  A vicious growl bled through the cracks around the door, invading her peaceful cave, and then she heard Jeden’s voice in a low hum of male whispers. Mordek snarled and slammed his fist into the door hard enough to make the hinges squeak in protest. “You will come out, and we will discuss a phone.”

  Bracing the door with her shoulder, knowing it was a ridiculous effort as she clenched the doorknob until her fingers ached, she shook her head. “No.”

  The roar sent her to the floor, turning every muscle and joint into pliant putty as she curled in on herself. Submissive, terrified, but still so fucking angry.

  Male voices rose, the raw aggression on the other side of the door moving back. Farther, farther, until she finally managed to draw in breath through tense lungs. Shuddering, Karissa placed her palms on the tile and slowly pushed herself upright.

  Had the pack interceded? Did they finally understand they couldn’t do this to her?

  Weak hope sparked in the dark, and she tried to focus. To think. Aided by the lack of Alpha scents, she had already been able to think of so many things. To evaluate the insanity that her life had become.

  She was different, knew it in a thousand subtle ways. Like someone had swapped her body for a new one with one swallow of Clarity. Everything tasted different, smelled different, felt different. She was an Omega, and although it felt ridiculous to even think it… she’d accepted it. Accepted that the males outside the door were Alphas. That Niken was a Beta, and that there was an entire universe of people like her. Like them. She could even accept that there were rules to this new world, things that guided their behaviors as much as they guided hers — and she couldn’t deny the dangers. The marks on Niken’s skin were proof enough of that.

  But she didn’t have to accept this.

  She wouldn’t be a prisoner. A mindless sex slave so drunk on their scents, their purrs, the fucking taste of them, that she forgot who she had been just a few days before. On the night of Tawny’s birthday. Her best friend for almost twenty years.

  Growling, Karissa traced her tongue over chapped lips, ignoring the rough texture and the trickle of cold fear down her spine as she flipped the lock and opened the door. The males were gathered near the table, speaking intensely until Mordek’s head snapped up and they all turned towards her.

  The tension in the air rushed forward like a wave. Danger. She could smell it, yet another sign that everything had changed, but she still fought the urge to make herself small. To curl up on the floor and beg for forgiveness. Instead, she leaned into the other urge. Fight or flight. A primal reaction of prey to predators, and Karissa was facing a fucking pack of predators.

  Taking a step into the room, she watched them twitch almost as one. Shoulders rolling, bodies adjusting to face her fully as she took another step to the side. Circling their position with slow, measured paces.

  “Come and speak to us, Omega.” Mordek, calmer now, but she could feel the anger humming in him just as it echoed inside her, cocooned in her own rage.

  “I already told you, all of you, that I want a phone to call my mother and—”

  “NOW!” The Alpha shouted, but she didn’t feel the pull, the command in it.

  A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth as she continued her loping arc around the males’ position. “Do you have the phone?” she asked, keeping her voice soft, although she couldn’t cut the growl out completely.

  “I can get you a phone, but we will discuss—”

  “No.” The answer hit the pack like a blow, massive males twitching back as all eyes swiveled to their leader. Their Alpha.

  “Omega…” Mordek seemed to grow larger, shoulders heaving with a menacing growl as he shoved past Jeden, stalking her with his gaze.

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bsp; She circled past the nest and kept her eyes locked to his, landing each footfall carefully, casually, slowly. Then he took another step toward her, teeth bared, and she snarled. “Don’t, Mordek. I’m not a fucking puppet. You can’t just tug the strings and expect me to be an empty-headed whore for you and your pack.”

  His face went slack, the growl stuttering in his chest as pale green eyes roved across her for a moment. “That’s not… that isn’t what this is.”

  “Then get me a fucking phone,” she hissed, taking another few steps in his distraction, slowing again when his wide eyes met hers once more.

  “I know what you want, but you can’t leave, Omega. You—”

  The answer hadn’t been unexpected. She’d been preparing for it. Thinking over this exact moment while she was curled on the cold tile, and before he could finish his next sentence she pivoted on her toes and bolted for the door.

  Panicked shouts slipped through the rush of blood in her ears, but none of it mattered as her hand landed on the metal handle and she ripped it open. Furious victory pounded through her bloodstream as she threw herself out the doorway and into a hallway. Taking off as fast as she could, she only stumbled a little when a roar shook the building behind her. The first door she saw, she grabbed the handle and threw it open, staring into a brightly lit room filled with tables and computers and glass science equipment.

  From her left she heard a gasp, and she turned to see a handsome male with bronzed skin and short neon-green hair standing at the end of the hall. Staring, gawking.

  “KARISSA!” a panicked voice shouted from the room in front of her.

  Turning back, she saw the smaller male who had helped support Niken in the other room. Alishair. He went completely pale as another roar shook the hallway. His eyes widened, backing away from her as a flinch passed over his terrified expression.

  “Oh gods…” Crossing an arm over his stomach, Alishair shook his head slowly and whispered words that made her blood run cold. “What have you done?”

  Chapter Two

  “MORDEK, NO!” Jeden shouted, and she scrambled away from Alishair’s room as the massive Alpha burst into the hallway. A dark arm around his throat, Mordek barely seemed to notice the weight of the other male when he saw her.

  Dragging himself forward, fighting the pull of his second, Mordek took another handful of steps towards her, and for a moment Karissa was frozen in pure fear.

  “DON’T!” This time it was Donvin, the male pushing past Jeden and Mordek to place himself between her and the furious Alpha whose eyes were black, teeth bared with a vicious growl that she could feel even from thirty feet away. “Don’t hurt her.”

  Panic took hold, freeing her feet, and Karissa backed up fast. Unable to tear her eyes away as Mordek roared and grabbed Donvin by the throat, half-lifting the large male to slam him into the wall. Immediately lunging for the male’s throat, it was only Jeden’s foot braced against the hall, and his arm around Mordek’s neck, that kept teeth from meeting flesh in a bloody spray.

  “STOP! BROTHER, I WILL BRING HER BACK!” Jeden’s shout ended in a pained huff as an elbow nailed him in the ribs. Mordek tossed a gasping Donvin to the ground before slamming Jeden hard against the wall behind him. The walls breathed dust, once, twice, again as Jeden refused to let go.

  But Jeden’s strength wavered when Mordek landed another hard elbow, and with the next crushing blow of bodies impacting the hall, his grip broke and Mordek twisted free. Turning, Mordek’s fist landed with a meaty thump and Jeden stumbled, spitting blood. Another feral roar ripped from Mordek’s chest and Jeden shuddered, falling to one knee even as his fingers dug into the wall trying to hold himself upright.

  “Don’t do this, brother,” Jeden pleaded, and she whimpered as Mordek punched him again. The male barely caught himself on his forearm, blood spilling to the dust covered floor as he slumped and collapsed.

  Then Mordek rounded on her. A rage beyond anything she’d seen sending one single thought racing through every nerve ending — run.

  Turning, Karissa sprinted towards the end of the hall, but the green-haired male stepped into her path and caught her. Expression tight, he dug his fingers into her shoulders, inhaling deeply as his pupils dilated. Swallowing, he jerked darkening eyes to the looming space behind her before meeting her gaze again.

  “I’m sorry, Omega.” With a hard push, the male shoved her away from him and she stumbled from the force of it.

  “NO!” she screamed, but the other male was already on his knees, head bowed towards the floor, and then pain lanced down her neck, bowing her spine as she seemed to defy gravity for one agonizing moment. Mordek’s fist wound in her hair, his other hand grabbed hold of the shirt and tore it to the side. Fabric ripping as the neck burned against throat, but the ache was nothing compared to his teeth planting in her shoulder. Vicious, his bite instantly broke through flesh, clamping down over muscle as she screamed.

  A louder growl, making ears ring as she felt the scalding rage within the bond grating inside her chest. Blood trickled across her collarbone, dipping under the shirt to trace the round of a breast, and then his jaw tightened. Threatening to rip a chunk out of her shoulder as a weaker scream escaped on the heels of a sob.

  “Go limp!” a voice hissed, somewhere she couldn’t see, but she listened. Forced tense muscles to go slack under the power of the male holding her halfway in the air as if she weighed nothing. The bite continued a moment longer, agony pulsing outwards, until he finally released her.

  “Please!” she begged, gasping, but he immediately started to drag her. Legs scraping over the grit-covered concrete, Karissa grabbed onto his wrist, desperate to end the strain. “Mordek, please!”

  No response. Not even when Donvin stood in his path again, blocking the door. There was only the feral growl changing to a roar as he dropped her to the floor to charge the male. Metal popped as heavy bodies collided against it, a savage flurry of punches and snarls lasting for a moment before Mordek caught a fistful of Donvin’s hair and slammed him head-first into the door, again and again before dropping his limp form to land half on top of Jeden in a crumpled tangle of limbs.

  Staring up at Mordek as he approached, Karissa opened her mouth to plead but was silenced as he grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder. All the air knocked out of her as he pulled the door open and hauled her back into the room.

  “MORDEK!” Halyrion shouted, approaching with Parel, Zeke, and Tinves flanking him. All of them were bloodied, but still intent on her. “She’s Omega! She’s ours!”

  The other males were speaking, but she couldn’t hear them over the impossibly loud snarl ripping out of the massive beast carrying her. All four Alphas stopped in their tracks, grimacing, and Mordek’s fingers dug into her thigh. Hard enough to make the muscle cramp, to make her yelp, and then Halyrion took another step forward.

  Mordek’s response was a dangerous roar, the kind that made her ears ring, her bones shake, and she lost sight of the other males as he turned to face them. Hands clenched in the fabric of Mordek’s shirt, she tried to bring him back. To bring back the male who — until the incident with Niken — had seemed to care in his own confused, twisted way. Now? This male bruising her thigh with his monstrous grip, this Alpha snarling at his own pack… this wasn’t Mordek.

  Don’t run from one of us. Ever. There is no controlling our response.

  Jeden’s warning flashed in her mind, and she knew what she’d done — but she’d had to try. If she hadn’t at least tried to escape, she’d be just as complicit in this fucked up disaster as they were. Still, the weak voice of self-preservation inside her head was positively screaming.

  She had to fix this. Had to stop it, stop him.

  “Mordek? Please, stop. Please!” She tried to summon a purr, fumbling in her attempt to calm him, but she only managed a yelp when his hand tightened on her leg, growl rumbling as he turned away from the others. “Mordek! I’m sorry!” she shouted. A lie, because she wasn
’t sorry, but she was absolutely, desperately terrified.

  Still no answer from the huge male, except another snarl as he lifted her and slammed her down onto the table. A plate cracked under her back, shards digging through fabric to scratch at skin as her ribs protested with a squeak of wordless pain.

  There was no compassion in the eyes above her. Black pools of rage, his scarred face contorted into something that turned her insides to liquid. Leaning over her, she didn’t recognize the male who breathed in deep at her bloodied shoulder. Tongue lapping as torn flesh stung, pathetic sounds leaving her lips as she tried to shift off the plate, but even that small movement brought his hand to her throat, his teeth bared in warning.

  Clamping down, he choked her, spent air trapped in her lungs as he pinned her to the table with a force she couldn’t hope to match. Then he growled louder… and her body answered the call.

  Slick flooded her core, bringing tears to her eyes. She’d already been soaked, could feel the sticky residue on her thighs, and she hated what they’d turned her into. Genetics or not, they had done this to her.

  Mordek took another long inhale, breathing out warmth against her face, and then he suddenly released her throat to grasp Donvin’s shirt. As she tore in oxygen, biceps bulged and Mordek rent the already damaged fabric in two. Snarling, he picked her up by one arm and flipped her like a doll. The rest of the cloth was ripped from her as she tried to move the broken plate, but he slammed her back to the table too fast. Cheek impacting the wood just before he bit down on the skin at her waist. A sharp pain. Forced to accept it even as her legs kicked and a keening whine escaped her lips.

  “PLEASE! STOP!” she screamed, and heard the shouts of the Alphas. Closer. Angrier.