Used as bait. Marked as a mate.
I knew it was a bad idea to come into the quarantine zone. But I never expected to find myself chained to a tree as bait.
A piece of meat to lure the Alphas in.
Soon my body will go into estrus, filling the air with pheromones. I’ll be unable to hide my body’s urgent need.
I know exactly what will happen then. I’ve studied the stories about the cataclysm.
The beasts will descend upon me, craving my omega flesh. They will claim me. They will use me in the most shameful ways imaginable. They will share my body for their savage pleasure.
And I will love it.
Howls at the edge of the forest. More than one. They are almost here.
My time is almost up…