Forbidden: Part One (Luna & Sol Omegaverse, #1)

by Emilia Emerson

Before the DC laws, alphas could bring betas into their packs and even bond them. But since the new laws, betas could no longer be with alphas.

Fictional men would never hurt me or think I’m too fat. Who needs real men?

My chest clenched. I didn’t want an omega to suffer just because of her biology, but it was rare for me to experience sexual attraction. The idea of having sex for the first time with a heat-crazed omega I’d met the day before set my teeth on edge.

Cam, on the left, was pure muscle. His tan arms were tattooed, and his black t-shirt clung to his massive chest. His dark brown hair was tied up in a bun and his beard was neatly trimmed. He looked like a combination of a secret service agent/hipster and exuded authority.

I shifted my eyes to Ben, standing in the middle. He was almost as tall as Cam, wearing a fitted gray button-down, rolled up at the sleeves, and black square-frame glasses that looked adorably nerdy. His bright blue eyes were lit with laughter, and his messy brown hair was faded on the sides with beautiful curls at the top of his head.

The alpha on the right, Theo, was the smallest of the three, although I guessed he was probably still six feet tall and all lean muscle. His dark brown hair stuck up in an endearing way, and his brown eyes felt warm. Theo looked over at the two other alphas with a reserved smile on his clean-shaven face.

Fuck, Theo is British? I love a good accent.

“Sweet omega, you are a gift. Those alphas don’t deserve you. You deserve a pack that will worship the ground you walk on and gives you whatever you want and need. Do you understand?”

I almost shouted, frantically looking around the room as if a How to Stop Fucking Things Up and Upsetting Your Omega You Dipshit manual would appear.

Imagining the three alphas, stone-cold sober, having to drop their pants for each other and lick each other’s ass cheeks was too fucking much. My laughter increased until tears were streaming down my face.

I hadn’t understood what people in romance books meant when they said they wanted to climb their partners like a tree, but it was rapidly becoming clearer to me.

My Theo, reserved, serious, wears-a-tie Theo, had a penis piercing.

The ridiculousness of the situation took away my residual distress from earlier in the day. I couldn’t believe my alpha hadn’t understood what knotting meant. I laughed so hard that little contractions rippled through my core. Suddenly, Ben grunted as he came again, which set off my orgasm. I moaned into the counter with pleasure. “Did you just fucking make both of us come through laughing?”

He murmured in my ear, “I’m so sorry. I really had no clue it would be like this.” I smiled. “So, I’m guessing you’ve never knotted anyone.” “Obviously,” he groaned out. “Do you… do you like it?” I asked, suddenly feeling unsure. I was realizing how much praise my omega needed—that I needed—to feel secure. “Do I like it?” he asked incredulously. “This is by far the hottest, sexiest fucking thing I have ever experienced. Your pretty little cunt is gripping my knot so hard I’m on the verge of coming again just sitting here. If we weren’t in such an inconvenient location, I would see if we could beat the record for longest time locked together because I never want to leave the heaven of your sweet pussy.”

“Wear your scars proudly, omega. They’re the proof you survived.”

“You’re going to come again for me,” he said in my ear, running his hand down the soft rolls of my stomach and cupping my mound. “I can’t,” I whined. “You can,” Cam growled. “Because I demand it. You’ll do it because you’re a good girl, and your alpha wants to feel you come on his cock again.” Well, when he said it like that.

“Actually, is there any chance I could have some mac and cheese? Like just from the box is fine,” she added hurriedly. “My beautiful, precious, sunshine omega darling, I would love to make you mac and cheese,” Ben said, leaping up from the couch. “And it’s not going to be from a fucking box,” he threw over his shoulder before skipping to the kitchen.

It felt like my parents had been abducted by fucking aliens, and not the nice ones in the books you read about.” Josie blushed and I couldn’t resist pulling her in for a soft kiss. “You still need to read them,” she mumbled.

“Josie-girl, you’re scaring the fuck out of your alphas,” Sam called out. “What?” Josie asked, her face falling. The three of us all turned towards Sam with furious expressions. If our mate wanted to kill us all in a car crash, she could do that, damn it, and no one was going to make her feel bad about it. Sam chuckled at our expressions, completely unphased.