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  Taming the Renegade Omega

  The Hunt, book 3

  By

  M.D. Pentacles

  ©2018 M.D. Pentacles

  All rights reserved.

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

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  *This book is intended for adults only and contains scenes featuring total power exchange which may make some readers uncomfortable.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  A Sneak Peak at Taming the Renegade Omega…

  M.D. Pentacles

  Chapter 1

  Waking with Silver’s return, Renegade found herself in a nest. A true nest carved into the earth and softened by every scrap of leathers the pack could offer. And worse, each and every single male she found in her nest was purring. Half of them had been taken by the killing fever just as she had, while a select few appeared to be recovering from it already. Eyes wide and glassy, the few male eyes she met were already flecked with Feral gold…

  Hissing, Renegade kicked and punched her way free of that pit, forcing them to submit, for she was their Alpha’s mate. No matter that she was a lowly Omega. No matter that they—each and every one—knew what it was so slide between her thighs and spill their seeded offering.

  Renewed, if not refreshed, she snarled and freed herself. Crawled up from that hole of tangled male limbs sticky with drying fluids, gasping for breath that hadn’t come from another. That wasn’t moist with their fever or lust.

  When she staggered to the cave’s entrance, she passed Silver, whose eyes were glassy and cheeks pink. Who had yet to succumb to the fever, but was hovering on the cusp. Apparently forgiven his grievances by being Giaus’ errand boy, though true, he hadn’t returned with any items of great importance that she could see.

  No matter. Giaus’ stupid little games weren’t her concern. All she wanted was a breath of fresh air.

  “Miss,” Sickle breathed, having followed her out. “Please. Come back to the nest. You’ve not healed enough to be walking—”

  Bared teeth were her only acknowledgment of the little Omega male who was to be her counterpart.

  But Giaus was less forgiving. Placing a heavy hand on her shoulder, he heated her spine with his nearness. “The boy is right, Renegade. It’s time for rest. The killing fever hasn’t ended for you.”

  She shook him off. Pressing sweaty forehead to the cave’s stone wall—the other pressed to her fluttering belly. Nausea; it settled over her like a cold slap. Flapping. Churning. Bubbling behind her palm. “Bleh,” she whispered, voice trembling. “Get away from me. All of you.”

  Her mate was unaccustomed to taking orders, and instead of obeying, that accursed male purred. Drew her to his side, and allowed her to look over the clearing she’d used to set her trap. Thinking herself so much smarter than the males she intended to use and discard.

  “This will pass,” Giaus rumbled, kneading at her nape. Fingers tracing the mark he’d left upon her skin. “The Trax will take the place of all this weakness and frailty. You’ll wake stronger, my Renegade Omega. My mate.”

  Almost unable to speak, she nodded. Knowing she wasn’t strong enough to run, but nearly doing it all the same.

  Giaus chuckled, fingers tightening on her shoulder. Pinning her to his side. “You will find shelter in my care.” He pulled the fall of her midnight hair over her shoulder, fingers tangling in the mane that extended beyond. “No other will give what I have given you, woman. And in return,” he said, drawing something that clinked and clanged from behind his back, “I will have obedience.”

  Again, she nodded. “You shall have it, my Alpha.”

  She felt his grin against her nape. A Feral grin. “I know,” he returned—and snapped a steel collar about her throat.

  Ensuring that his Queen would go no further than the link that bound her to his wrist.

  Chapter 2

  Shocked, Renegade stood. Stuck still. Mouth agape. Unable to stop him when Giaus closed the matching link around his right wrist. Chaining her to his side. Her. The Queen beyond the Kurst. Chained.

  “Shall I thank you, my Alpha?” Renegade whispered, voice deadly soft. “Shall I present—” she coughed, trembling all over. Sweating profusely. Skin flushed and prickled with goose pimples, yes, but for a moment as she stood there, unmoving, Renegade’s fury burned far hotter than even the killing fever. “Shall I present for you, oh mighty Giaus?” she hissed, voice climbing toward shrill. “Thank you for enslaving me?”

  Giaus smirked, though he was kind enough not to try to temper her with a grumbly, broken purr. “You will present for me because you are mine. But I’ll take your thanks all the same. They are my due.”

  Teeth bared, Renegade wrapped trembling fingers around the chain linking her throat to his right hand, and gave it a shake. “Are you going to watch when I have to piss, too? Huh? Is that your due, Giaus?”

  He jerked her to his chest, caging her against his naked heat with arms crossed over her back. Dwarfing her slight Omega frame, he pressed his cock against her belly. Sending that weeping head to slip and slide between them. “Yes,” he said, crushing the breath from her lungs with a mighty squeeze that ended with the subtle threat of a satisfied Alpha purr. “I claimed you.”

  “You’ve made that abundantly clear,” she snapped, biting each syllable between her front teeth, dainty palms set against his burly chest. Trying to push a little breathing room between them. To no avail.

  “You raced well, woman, but you lost the taming hunt.” He lapped at the deep-set mark he’d left on her shoulder, exhaling a smile against her skin. “I caught and submitted you. Gave you the honor of my seed and so much more. And once the killing fever is done with you,” he rumbled, hips working slowly, thigh working to part her legs, “you’re going to thank me properly for it.”

  Hissing, Renegade snarled, clawing and biting at the big domineering asshole.

  Giaus grinned, allowing her to mark his skin. Seemingly thrilled by her furious outburst, for as she thrashed, his prick swelled to full mast. Knot bloating against his base, he teased her clit from its hood with nothing more than the suggestion of more. Just to show that he could, and all without so much as a purr.

  “Your fire pleases me,” Giaus rumbled, but shifted in a rush of heaving muscle. Had her turned and pinned flat to the wall before she drew her next enraged breath. “You’ll produce fine, healthy kits,” he continued, fisting his prick, pumping once, twice, before sweeping his knob through her swollen lips. Teasing her entrance.

  Cheek mashed against the stone wall of their cave, her voice splintered somewhere between a moan and a growl. Slit weeping, kidneys aching with fever, Renegade writhed. Succumbing to another wave of whatever the Trax was doing to her, even as the Canicule rose anew.
Readying to take her Alpha’s dick and milk him until he eased those accursed Omega fires.

  “Say it,” Giaus barked, avoiding her clit as he played in her slick.

  Uncomprehending, Renegade whined, trying to buck back and catch his knob, and thereby entice him to fuck her without the theatrics.

  He slapped her ass, then wound the chain about her throat until the leash was short enough that he could bury his fist in her mane and threaten her airway all at once. “I am happy to cum using my fist, little girl. You won’t find relief from a Beta’s sperm,” he said, pumping his cock between her lips, “and unless you want your two Alpha pets skinned before your hearth, I’m the only thing that can ease your heat.”

  “Get off me, you arrogant fucking sadist,” Renegade snarled, trying to sink her teeth into his cheek and missing. Earning another sound slap on her ass, this one landing with twice the strength and rousing the bleary gaze of the other males. “Ow, fuck! Stop! Fine! Fine! You won! Is that what you want? You won!”

  “No.”

  “No?” Renegade gaped, shivering in spite of the heat billowing off him. “Well then how the fuck am I supposed to know what’s going through your rotten Feral head?”

  Slap, slap, SLAP!

  “I take no issue in distributing punishment when you earn it, mate,” he said, rubbing at the fire he’d set beneath her skin. Trying to soothe with a palm made rough with thick calluses. “You’ve proven to be especially hardy for an Omega female.” He grinned, fucking at the first inch of her pussy. “I know you can take it.”

  Vision going hazy with fever, Renegade pounded her fist against the wall and twisted until those golden Feral eyes came into view. “Goddamnit, Giaus, please! Fuck me. I need it.”

  “What do you need?” he asked, rewarding her with a slippery thrust between glossed pussy lips. Finally teasing the beaded nub desperate for the press of hard male flesh.

  “You! I need you to fuck me and—”

  “Say it again,” he growled, and she felt a spurt of cream gush against her, wetting her asshole as he drew back.

  “You,” she gasped, and wormed her free hand back. Grasping the rounded curve of her ass, Renegade spread for him. Giving her mighty Feral Alpha a target. “I need you, Giaus. Your cum. And I want it, too, you colossal asshole. Please, Alpha,” she mewled, submitting with one last hissing breath. “Give this lowly Omega your seed. I need you.”

  The Feral relented, purring at last. Spearing into her all the way to the top of his knot. Not forcing her to take that bloated meat, yet satisfying her ache all the same. Already spurting, he coated her walls in cum, pumping her full until he spilled down her inner thighs. Keeping himself buried, even as he lifted her. Taking his protesting mate back to the sunken pit of furs and males without vacating the pussy he’d remade for himself.

  Claiming his place in the very center of his nest, Giaus began to purr. Sluicing through his mate’s cunt even as she yawned. Stretched. Pressing the firm, pillowy globes of her ass into his hips when she too, began to purr.

  Chapter 3

  That his mate slept through the worst of the killing fever was not a surprise, for Giaus couldn’t remember his sickness either. No, it was simply that her fever lasted the entire length of her Canicule. From the first day that he’d hunted, chased, then tamed her as she fell to the Trax, all the way to the seventh day when her heat broke, she’d been unconscious. Had needed his thick girth buried deep as she could take, yet was hardly able to open her eyes.

  And if not for his prized Omega male, Giaus might have done something very foolish and rash indeed. But Sickle had slept at her side throughout. Unmoved when Giaus’ hips gently rocked the nest, or when the Feral Alpha threw a fit and kicked every one of the other males out, Sickle alone remained. A perfect match to his female, in their deadly sleep.

  Shivering and muttering to himself, the smallest male had mirrored Renegade’s terrible absence. So taken by the killing fever, that he too had been impossible to rouse. With both of his Omegas undergoing a profound transilience, Giaus was able to relax, reassured that he wasn’t watching his mate waste away to nothingness. That he hadn’t infected by his design, only to watch her murdered by it.

  No. She’d survive this killing fever and rise with the rest. They both would.

  Giaus had tended them himself, caring for male and female with little regard for modesty. Often, while his hips pumped between Renegade’s thighs, he’d allow the dainty little male to twine about Renegade’s slender frame. Cuddling into her feminine heat and sharing her dreams. Giaus had surprised himself—allowing such behavior to continue even after her Canicule ended.

  The sight shouldn’t have brought his purr to life, but Giaus wasn’t one for should and should nots. Rumbling deeper than he’d ever done before, his purr expanded in his chest. Resonating at the sight of his Omegas in his nest. Demanding they wake from this fever and submit in the new world. As his.

  Sickle was the first to wake. Eyes flecked Feral gold with hazel etchings, the little male gasped upon meeting his Alpha’s gaze. Arms wound around Renegade’s middle, Sickle squeezed her tighter. Either trying to protect the female, or trying to keep her for himself. But either way it was…

  Cute.

  Possessive or protective, both were laughable to the Feral male. After all, he’d been infected with Trax almost eight years ago this coming summer. No other had survived so long with the Trax in his blood—it was unheard of. And Giaus had greatly enjoyed the benefits of his superiority. Bigger, faster, better than any other Alpha he’d ever come across.

  It was cause enough to laugh at his Omega male, who flashed his teeth with hackles raised. Laughing, even when he caught Sickle by the scruff of his neck and gave him a cheerful shake, Giaus tossed him from the nest with a growled demand to, “Stay.” Hackles rising with silent threat. Tail fluffed up and standing proudly erect.

  “Yes, Alpha,” Sickle whispered, voice… rougher than it had been before falling to the Trax. Wilder, somehow.

  Giaus grinned. Reached for his cock. “Watch.”

  Swallowing, Sickle sat. Legs dangling at the side of the nest. Slender prick beginning to show his interest.

  Pumping, Giaus returned his attention to his female. Unmoved by his purr, her eyes tracked left and right. Watching something of great interest in the seclusion behind her lids. Unacceptable. “Omega,” he rasped, pawing at her shoulder. Rolling her.

  She didn’t flinch. Didn’t so much as inhale a deeper breath at the sound of his voice.

  Claiming her chain from the granite outcropping he’d had the Betas install a full two days prior, he snapped it about his wrist then filled Sickle’s spot. Wrapping his mate in Alpha heat. Tucking her head on his shoulder and spreading her legs, he draped her right knee over his hip. Hoping to fill her vision when her eyes finally opened and gave him a glimpse of that Feral gold.

  But her head lolled back and her breathing remained slow. Even. Utterly unconscious.

  “Renegade,” Giaus pressed, giving her a tiny shake.

  She didn’t react, taking one breath for every four of his, Renegade remained as she was.

  “Renegade,” he said, trying to squash the flood of panic as she lay completely limp in his hands. Trying not to remember the last time he’d seen a cherished mate look this way. Limp. He filled his lungs to the top of his pelvis, and chuffed, making Sickle yelp and tumble back into the nest.

  But still Renegade slumbered. Unresponsive to his voice, scent, or purr. As if she was…

  “Alpha?” Sickle trilled, shifting closer. “May I?”

  Giaus could only growl. Bristling.

  “She’s not going to die, my Alpha,” Sickle said, brushing against the bigger male. Trying to communicate comfort without his tail. “She doesn’t smell of sickness. Only deep, healing sleep.”

  Peering into his mate’s slack features, Giaus considered. That the Trax would be harder on her than it was on the stronger sexes shouldn�
��t have come as much of a surprise. She was an Omega female, after all. And she had tried to claim seven males, the greedy little thing.

  He smirked, appeased. Licking at her pretty face. So rare, out here in the beyond. His Omega female with spirit enough to ensnare even him. Daring enough to make a claim on his flesh, her defiance would never fail to amuse, and her cunt would never cease to sate his fires. Giaus was sure of it. Even after her belly swelled and his kits were grown, Renegade’s temper wouldn’t cool.

  Nothing less would do for his Queen.

  Purr redoubling with the sordid turn of his thoughts, Giaus spread her pussy over his shaft. Played in the moist heat between her legs, though she was far from ready to take him. Her slick would have to be honestly bought now that her Canicule was ended and her fervor had eased.

  “Micha!” he bellowed, making Sickle jump at his side.

  “Yes, my Alpha?” the Beta male said, granted permission to enter the nesting cave.

  “Go on a hunt,” Giaus rumbled, meeting eyes of darkest gold for only a moment. Eyes that were almost as dark as his skin. “My mate will wake to the scent of dinner with her cunt stuffed full. I shall feed her as I breed her.”

  Micha bent his neck, displaying the claiming mark scarring nicely on his shoulder, then slipped away. Gathering one of the other Alphas to accompany him.

  Giaus pressed his face into Renegade’s mane, inhaling her scent. Trying to taste what his Omega male claimed was there. An absence of sickness. But he caught nothing of the sort. Could smell only her. Skin stained with the cum of every male in this new ragged little pack, but beneath it all, Renegade. Mate.

  His.

  “I’ll kill you all if she dies,” he admitted, allowing the Omega male to stay in his nest, the way no other male could.