Using my pitiful strength was useless. It was what Peter would have done. Being Omega got me into this situation but maybe it was time to think like one. My muscles were less than his, but my brain was still very much me. “The Volardi... you’re attacking someone that belongs to them.”

He shook his head. “I overheard you in the bedroom. You don’t belong to them yet. You’re unclaimed. They can’t do anything.”

My expression dropped. Nate was evil but smart. When I went to their website, most of my research was on making sure I could get out of the contract. That didn’t turn out to be exactly true, but I remembered the part about unclaimed Omegas. It was why Volardi males stay with their potential mate. Volardi as a rule, wouldn’t steal another’s but they preferred to take no chances.

I can see why.

He pulled at my robe with surprising gentleness. It wasn’t kindness. Rather a way for me to walk back into the house and pretend that nothing happened. My lips thinned as I imagined that future version of me. Nate’s sperm would drip out of my ass while I had to pretend everything was fine.

God… what if he impregnated me? No human has ever slept with an Omega. I didn’t know if it would take. Having him attack me in that way was horrific. Having his offspring in me? Even worse.

He threw my robe off against the wooden fence. He smiled as he saw the gold chain attached to my tits. “Someone’s freaky.” He tugged down with far too much pressure, yet I still felt them harden in response. He tapped at the blue collar around my neck. “What’s this?”

It was only a few heartbeats, but an idea came.

“A gift. Leave it alone.”

There were plenty of demands, most notably for him to not go through it. I was an Omega, but I still had my memories of being a pure Human male. I wasn’t Alpha, but I have plenty of insight into guys like him. One of the worst things you could do is tell them ‘No’. I think this helped form the idea to attack me but nothing spurred men like him more than a direct challenge.

“I’ll do what I want.”

“Leave it alone. I order you to stop.”

He sneered. “Fuck you.” Thick fingers dug into my neck and he pulled. It was like hard dough around my neck as he tugged.

“It’s not yours. You can’t have it. Stop it now.”

It was another command, and I wasn’t in a position to order him about. His forehead scrunched as it stretched from my neck to his fingers. “What the fuck is this?” He grunted while the collar dug into my neck.

I was about to lose hope when the color glowed purple and bathed the area in an eerie, pulsating light. Nate jerked his head. A secondary white light turned the surrounding nighttime country into temporary daytime. Against the white blinding light, I saw the black shadowy outline of a towering, muscled male. I recognized the familiar thick biceps and wide thigh muscles of the Volardi who had laid in bed with me. Earlier he was somebody to avoid, perhaps even loathe. Now?