Rowen's Heat- An OmegaVerse Tale. Book 1. - Chapter 11: Chapter 11

"It would seem as if I have come just in time" Lord Hammel observes. "Why, look at you? Whoring for the first Alpha that comes through these ways!" He rolls up his sleeves, still gazing at her as if unable to decide between arousal or anger.
"You always did hold your nose up, as if you were much too good for the others in the Town" He growls and crudely grips his crotch. "We'll see who's better now"
Nothing could hide my blanch "You are crazed" I declare "No matter, for i have already been mated" It is now my turn to glow with pride and triumph. I lock eyes with the petty Lord.
"And Bonded" I smile.
He is much faster than I would have ever given credit. Lord Hammel is before me within seconds, his hand twisting viciously in my curls to jerk my head aside for a better angle of my Mark. "You whore! Stinking of seed! Proudly displaying your loose ways as if in accomplishment" Spit flies as he yells. Those murky green eyes take in my Mating bite with rage, then his gaze cuts back to mine.
"It is of no consequence. ." Smug satisfaction clouds his face ". . for I have a team of men currently ridding of your vile Alpha Mate as we speak" He laughs when I give a look of shocked fear and revolt.
"Yes, did you think I would come alone to secure my Omega and make my way to freedom? No, a true leader always has his dedicated and loyal pawn to make use of '' Another laugh is released as I begin my struggles.
A piercing howl breaks through the night air.
My heart shudders to a halt. Wolveryn.
"Let go of me, you rat! I refuse to go anywhere with the likes of you!" Comes my furious yell. I must get to Wolveryn, my Mate may need me. I make an attempt to claw at his face, which he dodges then yanks harder on hair, adding more room between the two of us while releasing a tsking sound.
"Oh no sweet one. None of that" He chuckles meanly. "This Mating business is a bit of a setback, but once your Alpha lays dead . ." A cruel, anticipatory gleam glints through his eyes ". . we can commence forward as I have originally planned" He finishes.
With the grip in my hair, Lord Hammel begins to drag me to the bathing station arranged near the water barrels. Off in a corner, some ways from the water barrels, there is a reserved area with bare earth left untouched to absorb any fallen water. There are wide strips of leather laid out on the ground to stand the naked foot upon for comfort. A leather skinned screen is roped about to shield the area from the rest of the room as well as block off the mess of water from reaching the rest of the Nest.
"I know just what's needed. I believe a cleansing is in order! - You really are rank, my dear" He hisses.
Lord Hammels grip is painful and tight, but it does not deter me. I am in front of him with my head in a death grip, forced back into arching my throat and nearly bending me backwards as Im am dragged along to his destination. Fear is a coating along my tongue, yet my will surpasses all else in emotion. My father raised a fighter to defend when I must and this night is the greatest fight for my life. We abruptly come to a halt as the heels of my feet dig into the ground. The position, although extremely uncomfortable, makes a perfect angle of attack for me. Rearing my elbow back, I strike up and directly into the exposed throat of Lord Hammel. His Lordship is not an impressive Alpha in height, my own stature such that my eyes meet his nose upon standing before each other.
"Ahhh!" came his gargled cry. My hair is released and I take the moment to land a well aimed kick at his privates while his hands are busy clasped at his throat.A greater roar of pain sounds at my attack of his crotch. Ha! Whining swill!
"Never cross into my Nest and think to end my Mate, you despot" sneering as savagely as I feel. I then add:
"And I smell gloriously of my Alpha"
A chunk of muddy gold hair is grabbed and he is then close fist directly in the nose. Rearing back, I strike twice more before blood gushes and there's a cracking of cartilage.The sound is satisfying, even as my knuckles throb terribly, and I grin with glee at Lord Hammels wail of agonized fury. Yet before I have time enough to jump out the way, a swift crack of his backhand meets the side of my face and a cry of surprised pain is released as I stumble to the ground, hard.
"You CUNT! Stupid whore! You broke my fucking nose!" He snarls, staggering to his feet from the attack and facing me off. I do not stay down, instead roll to bring my feet under me and launch up in a crouch. I spit at his boots.
"Good, now it shall match the rest of your rotten face" I snarl in return, grappling for the cover that has fallen from me and bringing it up to tie as securely as possible across my chest and behind my neck. Another piece is ripped from the seam and secured around my waist.
"You thought me weak and helpless, Lord Hammel? You came here this night to take that which was not offered or given and presumed, yet still, to steal away with no resistance?" My brow raises in question.
"You are arrogant" I continue "I cannot wait to see my Alpha extinguish the light from your eyes" My smaller claws have extended, and while no match to those of a male Alpha, they will have to do til Wolveryn returns. Please, please return to me. Please be well. The pulse within our bond is strong and fierce- yet muted, as if some parts are being withheld or watered down so I may not experience his emotions in full effect. But why? What could be happening that he would wish to shield me from?
Lord Hammel limps slightly, the pains of his crotch and nose slowing his footing down. Those murky eyes rage with hate and promise of great pain as he glares at me over the cupped hand on his nose. Blood smears thick and black at the drag of his hand across his nose. A growl is released, showcasing blood stained teeth and a gash on his lip. A light darkening around a socket shows the beginning of a swollen eye- not to mention a pooling of red on the white of his eye tells of broken blood vessels.
"I was willing to take this easy on you, but i see ill have to enforce crueler methods" Lord Hammel declares, reaching for his trousers and unwinding its binds.
"If you insist on playing the bitch, I will have to treat you like one" He finishes the statement with great malice in his voice. I resume watching on as he continues to unravel the binds and once complete, recognize the thick rope of a bull whip heavy in hand.
I choke on my terror, reaching out for my Mate through our bond. It pulses as I pull frantically in fear, desperate to gain his attention and help. A wave of comfort is passed back to me, but it is not what I need. Wolveryn! Wolveryn, hear me! I need you! Help! I leap and the whip comes flying, the end snapping against the spot I just vacated. My heart hammers and a cry escapes when the next blow skims the skin of my arm right before I manage to move out of its way. The small wound throbs and blood dribbles from it but its pain is ignored as all my focus remains centered on the disgraced Lord determined to main and steal me away.
"Come now, you wild little bitch. Did you think you could get the upper hand? That you would best me with your little tricks and bout of luck? Because that's all it was: Luck" He laughs and strikes again, this time catching my exposed thigh.
I cry out and stumble, the wound long and deep. Lord Hammel starts toward me like a grinning fool and I grit my teeth as I force myself up, attempting to drag myself to the wall. My breaths are heavy, the pain like lightning. The wall meets my back and I use the support to stand fully. Gathering energy, with a hardy thrust my legs take me a few feet before a crippling pain explodes across my back and my feet give out under me. I scream, the agony from the whips trail upon my back nearly crippling.
"Aww, there we go. Nothing like a taming to put you in your place" He gloats, walking up to where I am nearly curled up on the floor.
"Oh would you shut up" I spit, pain, sweat, adrenaline and fury boiling alive inside.
"You speak entirely too much and say entirely too little for it" I allow myself a crazed laugh at the ugly anger flush across his face. My heart leaps as his fist tightens around the whip. The trembling of my body consists of an array of factors, yet I refuse to cower before this leech.
"You laugh, but where is your precious Alpha?" He turns his ear to me, grinning like a victor.
"That's right, Gone! And while you're over here acting like a wild animal, you should be looking for my help to tend you as you start your withdrawals from a broken bond" He says magnanimously. I simply glare at him.
"You are a small, small man" I say in a ragged whisper. In painful movements, my elbow is tucked under me and I am propped up to regard him.
"You shame your name and yourself. Look at you" I spit, glaring into his shocked, rage mounting face.
"You are such a small Alpha, you've had to resort to beating an Omega to gain control"
"Shut up!" He barks. The noise is a punch to the gut, but I persist.
"Ha! Even your Alphas bark is watered down. Pathetic. Why would I quiet? Look at you? Beating a woman who does not desire you- forcing her to take your mark? You do not even have the natural prowess to seduce as a real male can!' I taunt, riling him up to a pitch, hoping to give Wolveryn enough time to reach me.
"I said shut up, whore!" He yells, rearranging the whip in preparation.
"I was never better than everyone in the village" I catch his eye and hold. "I was only better than you"
"I SAID SILENCE! Now you will scream for my mercy, you stupid cunt!" Lord Hammel's voice raises with every word till he is yelling in fury. Lifting the whip, he brings it up and over his head, rearing back for a strong delivery.
"Who is laughing now, you sorry little bitch?" He screams as his arm moves forward-
And is caught from behind.
Massive bloodied claws mantle his wrist in a steel grip. Lord Hammel screams in the worst pain she's heard from him tonight as bone snaps in the fist of Wolveryns hold. The whip falls from crushed fingers as the Lord cries out like a schoolboy, flailing about in the death grip of her Alpha. Those cries increase to wails as he is lifted from his feet and turned to face the Alpha who has slaughtered through a league of men to confront the Lord who thinks to steal away his bride. Lord Hammel Pales further upon facing the Alpha, a racking trembling taking hold of him.
"Oh my Goddess, Who.. Who are you?" He stampers in dread.
Wholly feral eyes look back unblinking, black as death and cold as winter frost.
"I am Wolveryn, weak coward" Wolveryn Speaks, the words guttural and dark.
"And you, traitor to the Crown, will be the only one to beg for mercy tonight. . ." He flashes blood stained canines.
. . For the last laugh is mine"