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Born to be Bound

Alpha's Claim : Volume One

By: Addison Cain
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: ©2016 by Blushing Books® and Addison Cain
Eleven Chapters / 49,100 Words
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Surrender is not survival.

 

Claire is desperate. Her once thriving city lies in ruins. The strongest of the three human dynamics, Alphas, have grown feral. Common Betas circle like vultures. The lowest in the hierarchy, rare and weak Omegas like Claire, are being destroyed. Sheltering amidst a dwindling enclave of frightened Omega women, Claire cannot provide enough to feed them all; her friends are starving.

 

All due to one escaped convict’s violent rise to power.

 

Shepherd is every bit as ruthless as his reputation suggests. Despite taking every possible precaution, Claire is captured and her worst nightmare realized. Shepherd, discovering a rare Omega in his midst, claims her like a prize, forcing a pair-bond that ties her to him forever.

 

She fights her instincts and his will, because no matter how manipulative the bond might be, she despises what he’s done to her people. If she cannot find a way to help her friends, if she cannot escape, everyone she loves will die.

 

Publisher’s Note: The first book in Addison Cain's exciting, raw, and suspense-filled Omegaverse series is a dark tale with explicit sexual themes and complete power exchange. Though situations may be interpreted as romantic, this is a story about the effect of extreme circumstances on the human psyche and the consequences of obsession—not a standard romance. If such material offends you, please do not purchase.

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Chapter 1

She had made it this far... wide eyes peered through the narrow slit between wool cap and layer upon layer of dingy muffler wrapped around the lower half of her face. No one seemed to be paying much attention as she passed, ignoring the creature in the stinking, oversized coat when it hesitated at the bottom of broad stairs and looked up at Thólos Citadel. Clutching tighter to the bottle of pills in her pocket, madly gripping her lifeline, she took the first step.

For two days, she had taken one of those priceless pills every four hours like clockwork. Walking into what had once been a restricted area, she should have been saturated in the medication, her metabolism and hormones deceived into complacency. A week's worth of food had been traded so she could make the climb up those steps without being torn to pieces.

She was still mortally afraid.

The roar of the monsters inside—the cheers and heckling as her people were stripped of their dignity, then stripped of their lives—turned her stomach, though the acid feeling may have been a side-effect of the drugs. Already sweating, grateful others had covered her in so many layers to hide what she was, Claire took the smallest of breaths, tried not to gag from the stink of rotting corpse that had seasoned her clothes, and walked into madness.

Crossing the entrance was almost too easy. There was no hand gripping her shoulder to cease her movement, no barking Follower demanding she state her business. In fact, the black hole seemed only too willing to suck her in. Over the threshold, the air was ripe with the scent of men; a pungent mixture of aggressive Alpha and some of the more violent Betas who had come to snarl and yip at whoever was that day's entertainment.

Birth titles littered the ground, parchment showing tread marks where uncaring boots had trampled what had once signified a life. A tally of names that had been stricken from the books. The scraps of paper were tossed away to mix with discarded flyers, wanted signs, and garbage.

The deeper she went, the more packed each chamber grew, filled by a horde borne of citizens and the castoff Undercroft scum set free the day terror breached Thólos. They were thugs who had taken up the banner of the Dome's conqueror, men with the power to do as they pleased. Men  encouraged to do whatever they pleased. Evil men.

She had to be quick, knowing that if the jostling mob discovered what she was under the stinking filth wrapped around her, she'd die horribly, and all the others would be left to starve. One foot after another, back pressed against the wall, eyes darting to and fro, Claire skirted the crowd and prayed to remain unnoticed.

The male Claire sought had a reputation for standing where any could reach him. Where all could see who held power, so challengers could be killed—if rumors held true—with his bare hands.

One could not have missed him if they tried.

The villain who had the audacity to call himself  'The Shepherd' was massive, the largest Alpha she had ever seen. And not only that… the Da'rin markings. Whatever they were, they swirled over sun-darkened skin as if an extension of his wrongness—animalistic, unnatural. The intricacy of the patterns drew the eye straight to muscled arms, warning all who looked that the bearer was treacherous—not to be trusted.

Before her city had fallen, to bear those shifting black marks above ground had been highly illegal—the punishment: execution. He was a convict of the Undercroft, the one who'd liberated the castoffs, and he was the monster responsible for the suffering of her people and for the corpses piling in the streets of Thólos.

Claire swallowed, creeping nearer, choosing to look instead at the armored Follower Shepherd nodded at; a Da'rin marked Beta, from the look of him. It was that man whose sharp blue eyes caught her creeping nearer. Though diminutive was a gentle way to describe Claire, from his expression, the Beta found her to be nothing... less than nothing. He looked away, dismissing her approach.

Gripping those pills, her talisman against evil, Claire walked straight up to the two conversing conquerors. Seeking the giant Alpha's attention, she fought for the words. "I need to speak with you, please."

Shepherd didn't even look at her, blatantly ignoring the swathed female in her stinking clothes.

"It's very important," she tried a little louder, the sincerity in her eyes, the desperation and overwhelming fear apparent.

How many times had this happened in her life? The total disregard, the blatant rejection...

Claire released a frustrated sigh and clutched her pills even tighter. Standing like a tree, a small sapling in a forest of redwoods, she waited and watched him. There was no way she was leaving until she'd spoken with the only person who might be able to save them. He wanted to be a leader, he wanted to rule... well, they needed food. Pride had only lasted so long. Deep down she knew it would not keep them alive, so she'd come to Shepherd to ask for help.

Eyes trained on the man, on the largest in the room—maybe in the world—she waited for hours. It was hard to ignore what was taking place around her. The weeping of the once mighty reduced to sniveling wretches, dragged in to be held accountable. Claire was unsure what they were being held accountable for. All she knew was that everyone unfortunate enough to be hauled to the Citadel was executed, regardless of begging, bribery, bloodlines... nothing mattered to the mob. Not even guilt.

It grew dark. Claire remained, drawing in those same tiny breaths, holding her ground when all she wanted was to run screaming. Pretend she had not just heard a stranger be sentenced to have his skin peeled off so the world could see what he was made of underneath. It had grown so late, her sad bravery seemed pointless. Not once had those silver eyes turned towards her. Not once.

Claire had hoped her determination would draw Shepherd to at least glance her way as his follower had, giving her a chance to plead her case. Yet the longer she waited, the more her heart began to beat erratically. For a moment, she felt she might vomit from the smell—not just of her clothes, but of all the Alphas raging in the room—and drew out her pills. With the quickest speed she could manage, she opened the lid of the bottle and pinched a little blue tablet between her forefinger and thumb. Her gloved pinky hooked the dirty muffler, pulling it down just enough to get that pill between her lips. Once it hit her tongue, Claire fought to create enough saliva to swallow.

It was jagged passing down her esophagus, made her cringe, then groan when the feeling of it hitting a hollow stomach almost made the precious pharmaceutical come right back up. Her fingers quickly readjusted the wool to cover as much of her skin as possible, pulling the reeking smell back over her nose and mouth... but then everything went wrong.

The very air altered and a shot of instinctual fear was the precursor of her greatest nightmare. It was Shepherd, suddenly unnaturally still. She could hear the bones crack in his neck as he turned his skull a few more degrees in her direction.

Sweating profusely, feeling so ill, Claire spoke the instant she felt his attention. "I must speak to you."

He had killed so many people. Even through the fabric around her face, she could smell him; more potent than the others, for certain. But the look in his eyes was far more frightening than the Da'rin marking. Hard, unforgiving mercury seemed to see right through her, shredding away her disguise. Shoulders drooping, Claire felt a rush, a burning scratch in her stomach that turned into painful cramping, total terror left in its wake.

Everything had been for nothing.

Sucking in a ragged breath, swaying as if her legs could not decide which way to run, Claire whispered under her breath, "No... no, no, this can't be happening."

Somehow, all the preparations, the pills, had not been enough. There were too many Alphas, too much of their scent in the air, and she had gone directly into heat. Already she could feel the slick gathering between her legs, the smell of it, of something so laced with pheromones that it would not be masked by the horrid stench she'd purposely dressed in. All those hours she'd thought it had been lack of food, the stink of rotting things, and the weight of the cloak… she'd stood there in the wolves' den like an idiot while the signs had been building: nausea, racing heart, fever... and the biggest wolf of all was staring straight at her.

Claire finally had his attention, and now it was worthless.

She was already becoming delirious, panicked, her voice cracking and accusing all at once. "I just needed to speak with you. I only needed a minute."

That urge—the one she had fought her whole life—was making her tremble and prepare to flee, but there was already a commotion all around. She tried to hold her breath as Alphas sniffed the air like bloodhounds. Shepherd countered her mincing retreat, facing her full on, staring at her with the wide, focused eyes of a predator.

It was his attention—the attention she had needed to save her kind—that drew other eyes in the room. More of that damn fluid began to drip down her legs, saturating the fabric of her clothing, signaling that a rare Omega had appeared out of the blue, and that she was broadcasting a heat cycle.

There would be a riot, a bloodbath as they pulled at her... probably mounting her right there on that dirty marble floor.

Another cramping wave and she doubled over, her pupils slowly eating up green irises until only black with an emerald ring remained. A roar came from behind, tight grasping hands clutched at her arm. She screamed, and the frenzy began.

Alphas were dominant. They had an animal need to mate an Omega in heat. Self-control; they possessed that, too... but not the monsters that were in the room. Not the kind of men who were attracted to Shepherd's cause. Not what the men in Thólos had become since that bastard descended upon them. She would be raped to death, could already feel someone tearing at her clothes.

Her body's response, Claire could not prevent. The snarls and barks only drew out more slick, made her crave to be mounted... but not by anything that was crawling in that chamber.

A howl so deafening she covered her ears, shook her to the bone. There was the sound of a struggle, gunfire, Claire instinctively curling in on herself.

Fighting her response, forcing her body to straighten so she could do more than yank away from clutching hands, she opened her eyes, exposed blown pupils, and prepared to run. They would chase her, she knew that. Alphas were stronger, fast, and being that she was surrounded, one would catch her. But at least she would have tried.

Claire was unprepared to see the amount of bodies already littering the ground. The sight of so many broken men made her freeze, and that was all he needed. In an instant, an arm as thick as a tree trunk came around her middle, and she was carted off, hanging doubled over, by the swaggering pace of a man staking claim... of the victor of the battle. The room still echoed with snarls and shouting, but more so, the pained moans of the few on the ground who were lucky enough to be alive.

Combat boots and familiar armor, all looking as if they'd been cobbled together from scraps, encased thick thighs. Shepherd. Praising Nona for the horrible stinking scarf she'd prepared, Claire fought herself—fought her instinct to smell him—and did her best to repeat the mantra that had gotten her through this nightmare before.  "Only instincts."

She had to speak to him, had to fight her baser urges.

Do you think he will fight his?

The thought made her sag, an action he no doubt took as submission, and not its counterpart, despair. Claire lost track of the distance or direction he had taken her; only noticing the dimness and the strange feeling of being underground. Over and over in her head she prepared what must be said, promising herself she would say it. Even if he was rutting, she would say it.

Even if he would kill her, she would say it.

A door was pulled open on thick metal hinges, whining the way she imagined the doors would in the old-world submarines she'd read about in books, and they entered a room.

Every inhalation, even through the reeking muffler, was saturated in him—in the heady musk of the prime Alpha. Pressing her hand to her mouth and nose, she felt her body writhe against her will, and focused again on the small shallow breaths of control.

Lowered to the floor, her body convulsed in another cramp, drawing out the female's pained groan. She wanted—no, needed—to press her hands between her legs. But the smell of rotting flesh was turning her stomach, just as much as the delicious smell of the Alpha's den was driving her mad.

With words made bleary by craving, sentences broken up by little grunts, she fought past the overwhelming desire to spread her legs and grind. "We are starving. The Omegas need food. I have been sent to ask you to arrange a safe place where we can procure our portion before we all die."

She watched him bolt the door with a rod so thick it dwarfed her ankle, trapping her, cornering the Omega for mating. Unsure if Shepherd had heard, she used her feet to scoot away from the male until her back hit the wall, and tried again. "Food… we can't go out... hunted, forced. They're killing us." Her blown pupils looked up at the intimidating male and pleaded for him to understand. "You are the Alpha in Thólos, you hold control... we have no one else to ask."

"So you foolishly walked into a room full of feral males to ask for food?" He was mocking her, his eyes mean, even as he grinned.

The horror of the day, the sexual frustration of her heat, made Claire belligerently raise her head and meet his eyes. "If we don't get food, I'm dead anyway."

Seeing the female grimace through another cramping wave, Shepherd growled, an instinctual reaction to a breeding Omega. The noise shot right between her legs, full of the promise of everything she needed. His second, louder grumbled noise sang inside her, and a wave of warm slick drenched the floor below her swollen sex, saturating the air to entice him.

She could not take it. "Please don't make that noise."

"You are fighting your cycle," he grunted low and abrasive, beginning to pace, watching her all the while.

Shaking her head back and forth, Claire began to murmur, "I've lived a life of celibacy."

Celibacy? That was unheard of... a rumored story. Omegas could not fight the urge to mate. That was why the Alphas fought for them and forced a pair-bond to keep them for themselves. The smell alone drove any Alpha into a rut.

He growled again and the muscles of her sex clenched so hard she whined and curled up on the floor.

It was hard enough to make it through estrous locked in a room alone until the cycle broke, but his damn noise and the smell invading past the rotting stickiness of her clothing was breaking her insides apart.

The degrading way he spoke made her open her eyes to see the beast standing still, his massive erection apparent despite layers of clothing. "How long does your heat typically last, Omega?"

Shivering, suddenly loving the sound of that lyrical rasp, she clenched her fists at her sides instead of beckoning him nearer. "Four days, sometimes a week."

"And you have been through them all in seclusion instead of submitting to an Alpha to break them?"

"Yes."

He was making her angry, furious even, with his stupid questions. Every part of her was screaming out that he should be stroking her and easing the need. That it was his job! With her hand still pressed over her nose and mouth, her muffled, broken explanation came as a jumbled, angry rant, Claire hissing, "I choose."

He just laughed, a cruel, coarse sound.

Omegas had become exceptionally rare since the plagues and the following Reformation Wars a century prior. That made them a valuable commodity which Alphas in power took as if it was their due. And in a city brimming with aggressive Alphas like Thólos, she'd been trapped in a life of feigning existence as a Beta just to live unmolested, spent a small fortune on heat-suppressants, and locked herself away with the other few celibates she knew when estrous came. Hidden in plain sight before Shepherd's army sprung out of the Undercroft and the government was slaughtered, their corpses left strung up from the Citadel like trophies.

Claire had been forced into hiding the very next day, when the unrest inspired the lower echelons of population to challenge for dominance. Where there had been order, suddenly all Thólos knew was anarchy. Those awful men just took any Omega they could find; killing mates and children in order to keep the women—to breed them or fuck until they died.

"What is your name?"

She opened her eyes, elated he was listening. "Claire."

"How many of you are there, little one?"

Trying to focus on a spot on the wall instead of the large male and where his beautiful engorged dick was challenging the zipper of his trousers, she turned her head to where her body craved to nest, staring with hunger at the collection of colorful blankets, pillows—a bed where everything must be saturated by his scent.

An extended growl warned, "You are losing your impressive focus, little one. How many?"

Her voice broke. "Less than a hundred... We lose more every day."

"You have not eaten. You're hungry." It was not a question, but spoken with such a low vibration that his hunger for her was apparent.

"Yesss." It was almost a whine. She was so near to pleading, and it wasn't going to be for food.

The prolonged answering growl of the beast compelled a gush of slick to wet her so badly, she was left sitting in a slippery puddle. Doubling over, frustrated and needy, she sobbed, "Please don't make that noise," and immediately the growl changed pitch. Shepherd began to purr for her.

There was something so infinitely soothing in that low rumble that she sighed audibly and did not bolt at his slow, measured approach. She watched him with such attention, her huge, dilated pupils a clear mark that she was so very close to falling completely into estrous.

Even when Shepherd crouched down low, he towered over her, all bulging muscle and musky sweat. She tried to say the words, "  Only instincts..." but jumbled them so badly their meaning was lost.

Starting with the scarf, he unwound the items that tainted her beautiful pheromones, purring and stroking every time she whimpered or shifted nervously. When he pulled her forward to take away the reeking cloak, her eyes drew level with his confined erection. Claire's uncovered nose sniffed automatically at the place where his trousers bulged. In that moment all she wanted, all that she had ever wanted, was to be fucked, knotted, and bred by that male.

Only instincts...

Shepherd pressed his face to her neck and sucked in a long breath, groaning as his cock jumped and began to leak to please her. He had gone into the rut, there was no changing that fact, and with it came a powerful need to see the female filled with seed, to soothe what was driving her to rub against her hand in such a frenzy.

The words were almost lost in her breath, "You need to lock me in a room for a few days..."

A feral grin spread. "You are locked in a room, little one, with the Alpha who killed ten men and two of his sworn Followers to bring you here." He stroked her hair, petting her because something inside told him his hands could calm her. "It's too late now. Your defiant celibacy is over. Either you submit willingly to me where I will rut you through your heat, or you may leave out that door where my men will, no doubt, mount you in the halls once they smell you."

A knock came. Shepherd rose up tall before her, staring down with open demand that she submit and obey. Dominance established, he went to the door and pulled back the lock. Claire saw the same soldier, the smaller Beta with the far too vibrant blue eyes, and found him sniffing the air in her direction, growing openly excited at the intoxicating blend of pheromones her slick and sweat were pumping into the air.

Shepherd was right. He had taken her from what would have been a mass rape, saved her from damage and most likely death. He'd listened, though he had not answered her, and men were already salivating in the hall. The understanding of the situation passed openly across her face. Claire nodded, estrous clouding her judgment.

Something was muttered between the men, ending in, "...only Betas on guard."

A tray was handed over, laden with food, another armful piled with bedding and pillows, and she went white. They had already known Shepherd would have her, and had prepared accordingly. The little chat had no purpose but to make her think she had a choice. He saw her expression and the rumble of his purring returned.

She had to eat... he had to feed her before it began. The tray was set on the floor where she crouched, his order loud enough to grab her attention away from where his pants bulged. "Eat."

As she picked at the unseen food, he began to undress. All armor, every under-layer, was carefully removed and organized, the man having no shame about the state of his Da'rin marked body or the jutting cock proudly on display. But more than the visual, it was the smell—the scent of a rutting Alpha, aroused and swollen for her—that made reason completely flee her mind. Everything hummed in that incessant purr, reminding her that he was what her body needed, and she was salivating for it... even if she was scared.

Shepherd began to pace, naked, rolling his shoulders as he prowled, all the while watching her and sniffing the air over and over. "Eat more... drink the water."

Voice downright nasty, threatening, Claire hissed as if he should have known Omegas could not eat during estrous, "I don't want food!"

No, she wanted the thing that was supposed to happen. He was supposed to be fucking her. Why was he waiting? She came to her feet and he was there, the dominant male growling so loud her eyes rolled back in her skull.

A rending of fabric preceded cool air over fevered skin.

He was all around her, tugging away unnecessary things like clothing. The smell of him, the raw sweat, sent her cunt to seeping. Sucking in great panting breaths of the fertile Omega, Shepherd sought out to stroke uncovered flesh, a bit surprised all her body hair had been permanently removed—recognizing the precaution the Omega had taken to help mask her scent.

She was so far gone, her little tongue already licking at his skin, completely high on the taste and smell, that when his finger swiped drops of his leaking pre-come to run over her lips, she moaned loudly and sucked it deep into her mouth.

Claire was so small compared to his mass, easy to move where he wanted. Her back hit the bed, Shepherd standing between her slender spread legs, staring down with wide, hungry eyes at the river of slick that came forth. Little pink lips were spread, the swollen glans of his cock lined up where she seemed far too small to accept an organ so large. With one hand on her chest, petting the twisting thing, Shepherd pressed forward, breaching her slippery womb, and gave a full body shudder at the sound of her desperate cry.

The woman had not lied... she was so tight it made his cock pulsate more fluid to aid her. He only got halfway before she began to whine and squirm. Alphas were big and Shepherd was huge, his girth massive, and there was only so much space inside her body.

"Open for me, little one," Shepherd growled, using his thumbs to stretch her lower lips further apart, thrusting forward, gaining hard earned inch by inch while the female watched a cock as thick as her forearm slowly disappear between her legs.

When the expanding thrust bottomed out, when all her tightness enveloped that hard length... utter bliss. She needed it, was moaning and arching, grinding her sex against his pubic bone. The stretch was divine; the vibration from his purrs, the smell. When he began to pull out, she showed her teeth and snarled at a man many times her size. Shepherd seemed amused, and then snapped his hips, burying that massive cock to the hilt, knowing she would squeal.

Claire learned quickly that he liked her little spurts of temper, but it was Shepherd who dominated the exchange. He rutted with the vigor she needed, hard and fast, building up that furious pulse in her core. When she began to roll her hips, eyes closed and lost in the insatiable need to mate, he took her by the scruff of the neck and barked at her to open, to look at the male fucking her, to recognize his prowess.

Those harshly snarled words sent her over the edge. Perfect fulfillment exploded. Claire felt every single muscle in her pussy jump to life, saw his eyes grow vicious and feral, felt his knot expand as he ground in, hooking behind her pelvic bone, locking them as deep as he could go. Jerking under the intensity of the orgasm, she felt that first hot gush of semen, heard him roar like a beast while she screamed. Shepherd came again, more of that copious fluid, her body's need finally met, and with his third liquid surge, she blacked out.

It could not have been long before she woke, as his knot was still binding their bodies together. He lay below her, her body sprawled on top, Claire's ear to his heart. The serenity from the mating was fading and the impulse to fuck was back again. The urge, the only thing that defined her at that moment, grew beyond her when her tongue darted out to lick the salt of sweat from his chest, to entice the tattooed male to begin again.

The instant the knot began to diminish, she registered the loss of precious fluid, felt his seed leaking out of her, and whined. As if knowing her thoughts, Shepherd dragged his fingers in the little river and brought his ejaculate to her mouth. The smell alone drove her wild, the taste a thousand times more.

"They would have broken an Omega so small." Shepherd watched, fascinated, as she greedily sucked his fingers, explaining quietly as if educating a female who should have known better. "Not shown restraint at a scent so overpowering."

She didn't want him to talk. She wanted him to fuck her again. A large hand came to her hair, rubbing at the scalp of the female, soothing her with pets and purrs while the knot slowly abated so he could thrust against her jerking hips.

The second mating was much less frantic, far more fulfilling, and when he had filled her again, Claire began to lose the edge that was making her so ferocious. It was his hands, maybe, lifting and lowering her at the tempo that made her cunt sing, or the look in his eyes, the unabashed lustful pleasure.

So that's what it was like to mate an Alpha .

He seemed to know her thoughts, and by the crinkles at the corner of Shepherd's eyes, she could tell he was amused with her. He cupped her face, tender and gentle, and she didn't feel overpowered or forced... She felt mistakenly safe in the delirium.

It was not until a day later, when he took her from behind at the peak of estrous, his full weight on her back, that she sensed trouble. The high had not faded, the slow building fervor of her heat nowhere near breaking... but he roared, began to squeeze and bruise; to restrain her. Fighting the hold, writhing, Claire had a sobering fear the tyrant might bite her so savagely it would scar—that he intended to leave claiming marks.

Worst of all, instinctively, she wanted him to. Her estrous-high mind wanted to bond to the monster that had destroyed Thólos and made her life hell, simply because he was the one who was fucking her.

"And you will!" he growled in her ear.

She told him no, panting it over the sound of his skin slapping against the fleshy mounds of her ass. Sharp teeth came to her shoulder, Shepherd's knot growing bulbous until the Alpha could no longer thrust and she could not squirm away. She screamed in pain and pleasure, sobbing as his teeth ripped into her skin, Shepherd growling long and low with her flesh torn from his bite.

She climaxed from the claiming, rhythmically squeezing, drawing the jets of fluid from his dick while he crooned at her and lapped up the blood.

Claire cried even as he purred and petted, wept from the hazy recognition of the total loss of control she'd so carefully cultivated in her life. When ten minutes later her body sent out signals it was time for Shepherd to fuck her again, he pulled her beneath him and was gentle, caressing the woman he'd stolen even though her tears fell throughout the whole coupling.

When it was over, when he had wrung out another explosion that chased away the urge of chemical madness, a calm descended on them both. Claire briefly slept against a man she did not know, pressing as close as she could, in the exact place the brute expected her to rest.

In the end, it took three days to break the starving Omega's heat. She was sleeping, nesting deep into the blankets covered in his semen and her slick—blissed out. Toying with a strand of her sooty black hair, Shepherd mulled over just what to do with what was now his possession, impressed that the little female was plucky enough to dress in a corpse’s clothing and parade into a pack of Alphas just to speak to him. She would have died if he had not found her scent worth killing for.

Claire would also be sore now that estrous had ended, and her mind was not clouded with the insatiable drive to mate. He was certain she would also be resentful of the binding he'd forced. But that was the lot for Omegas, the way of nature. He wanted her, he took. End of story.

Silver eyes ran over the lithe dancer's body she possessed, the Alpha growling at the obvious fact his Omega was underfed. It was getting him into such a mood that, when a knock came to the door, he covetously grabbed what was his and roared.

The commotion—being jerked against a mountain of heat—woke Claire, and she hissed in discomfort. Everything felt sticky, a male pawing over bruises that did not appreciate the attention. The words he spat were in another language—an outskirts' lost tongues, she assumed. Remembering who he was and what he'd done to her, she pushed away from Shepherd's chest, only to feel his arms grow impossibly constrictive. The conversation between the Follower on the other side of the door and her captor stretched on, Shepherd tightening his grip each time she squirmed.

When it was over, Shepherd swung his skull her way, barking, "You need to sleep more." It was not a suggestion, and she could clearly sense he was provoked.

"The Omegas." That was the reason she had come to him... not to have him knot her for three full days.

Mercurial eyes diminished between narrowed lids. Shepherd sniffed her once, then he growled, "Your assumption it would be plausible to have a private distribution of provisions is flawed. It would only draw attention to your group. All Omegas will be delivered into my care and segregated from the population in the Undercroft. Should any come into heat, an Alpha will be chosen from amongst my Followers. Most will be bonded at their next estrous."

"What? No!" Claire's voice was pure horror. "That's not what we want. They need food, not to be made into slaves."

"This is best. You are Omegas, fragile, and it is not your place to decide such things."

Everything about the male was suddenly repulsive. Claire wanted him off of her and tried to scoot away. "I won't tell you where they are."

As he smirked, a scar across his lips made the expression sinister. "Then they will starve and be picked off one by one. That is your decision, little one. If given to me, they would be protected."

"From whom? The very men who are raping and knotting girls who have not reached maturity are the same you surround yourself with."

Shepherd was petting her, touching her hair as if she were not upset, as if she didn't loathe him in that moment, and it was setting her into a temper. When she tried to bat his hand away, he snarled and pinned her beneath him. His teeth went to the crook of her neck and he smelled, growling at the sweetness while using his thigh to pry her legs apart.

Claire felt his cock pulsing against her belly and grew frightened. There was no estrous, no abundant slick, and she was sore. Shepherd didn't care. He reminded her who was dominant in one sharp thrust, taking his Omega with no purrs or caresses; knotting without her climax to urge his seed forth. When the powerful spurts bathed her womb, there was no settling peace, only frustration and tears.

When he seemed to have caught his breath, the unwelcome press of his mouth came to her ear. "You will sleep more."

His fingers went back to toying with her hair while Claire cried herself beyond exhaustion, embraced by a man who lived up to his reputation as a monster.

Robin Rice on 05/12/2017 12:54pm
This dystopian suspense novel is quite a page turner. Beware, it is book one of three and you're going to want to read all three. There are 3 categories of beings in this world, Alphas, Betas and Omegas. While Alphas may rule the roost, Omegas seem to be the most coveted. Claire is a nurturing Omega and Shepherd is the most Alpha of Alphas. When she approaches him to ask for help for herself and her fellow suffering Omegas, she believes she has disguised her scent and her nature. She's wrong and she's claimed and kept in isolation by Shepherd. Claire is determined to get back to her Omegas in hiding and Shepherd is determined to keep her by fair means or foul. This is not a sweet romance, nor is it complete on its own. It is, however, worth reading and even with all his controlling brutality, there is a certain sweetness to Shepherd, at least towards his little one.
jennifer on 06/27/2016 04:17pm
well written and well plotted and hot.
jennifer on 06/27/2016 04:17pm
well written and well plotted and hot.
SP on 06/18/2016 05:09pm
Book 2 allows one to understand Shepherd better. Enjoyed.
SP on 06/18/2016 05:09pm
Book 2 allows one to understand Shepherd better. Enjoyed.
Leah on 05/08/2016 02:23am
Such a provocative and darkly erotic story! I have to find out what happens next!!! A real page turner!
Leah on 05/08/2016 02:23am
Such a provocative and darkly erotic story! I have to find out what happens next!!! A real page turner!
Redrabbitt on 04/22/2016 07:48pm
I was captivated by this post-apocalyptic dystopian future story. It is dark and disturbing, not a sweet, happy story. The world is now with cities in domes, and this one is under the regime of escaped convicted Alpha named Sheppard. He rules and has followers, and then there are Betas and Omegas. They are referred as humans, but they mate more like animals, with the female going into heat. Claire is an Omega and becomes the pair-bonded mate to Sheppard by force. He keeps her locked away like a prisoner, and she has no connections to anyone but him. The plot and the characters are definitely unique, their mating, behavior, and roles in life. There isn’t marriage between Claire and Sheppard, he uses her heat and mates her, against what she wants, but could be considered dubious consent based upon what the estrous does to her body. Wow, just when Claire starts to feel something for Sheppard, Svana’s unexpected arrival and whatever hold Svana has over Sheppard destroys Claire emotionally. This is book one in this trilogy, and we are left with a cliffhanger.
Redrabbitt on 04/22/2016 07:48pm
I was captivated by this post-apocalyptic dystopian future story. It is dark and disturbing, not a sweet, happy story. The world is now with cities in domes, and this one is under the regime of escaped convicted Alpha named Sheppard. He rules and has followers, and then there are Betas and Omegas. They are referred as humans, but they mate more like animals, with the female going into heat. Claire is an Omega and becomes the pair-bonded mate to Sheppard by force. He keeps her locked away like a prisoner, and she has no connections to anyone but him. The plot and the characters are definitely unique, their mating, behavior, and roles in life. There isn۪t marriage between Claire and Sheppard, he uses her heat and mates her, against what she wants, but could be considered dubious consent based upon what the estrous does to her body. Wow, just when Claire starts to feel something for Sheppard, Svana۪s unexpected arrival and whatever hold Svana has over Sheppard destroys Claire emotionally. This is book one in this trilogy, and we are left with a cliffhanger.
Aarapey on 04/16/2016 04:06pm
Brilliant story and superb writing, Cain has it down and keeps us in sufficient suspense for the next book! Thoroughly enjoyed the characters who have realistic reactions (this is hard to come across in other books). Excellent read and definitely worth the price, keep up the good work and looking forward to the next installment.
Aarapey on 04/16/2016 04:06pm
Brilliant story and superb writing, Cain has it down and keeps us in sufficient suspense for the next book! Thoroughly enjoyed the characters who have realistic reactions (this is hard to come across in other books). Excellent read and definitely worth the price, keep up the good work and looking forward to the next installment.
Karen on 04/12/2016 01:37pm
Masterfully written and a joy to read. Ms. Cain wields an artful pen when telling Claire's journey. Notwithstanding the apocalyptic/sci-fi world that Claire lives in, she is the type of heroine that would navigate any setting with class and integrity. Looking forward to reading Book 2 of this series.
Karen on 04/12/2016 01:37pm
Masterfully written and a joy to read. Ms. Cain wields an artful pen when telling Claire's journey. Notwithstanding the apocalyptic/sci-fi world that Claire lives in, she is the type of heroine that would navigate any setting with class and integrity. Looking forward to reading Book 2 of this series.
Karen on 04/12/2016 01:37pm
Masterfully written and a joy to read. Ms. Cain wields an artful pen when telling Claire's journey. Notwithstanding the apocalyptic/sci-fi world that Claire lives in, she is the type of heroine that would navigate any setting with class and integrity. Looking forward to reading Book 2 of this series.
Karen on 04/12/2016 01:37pm
Masterfully written and a joy to read. Ms. Cain wields an artful pen when telling Claire's journey. Notwithstanding the apocalyptic/sci-fi world that Claire lives in, she is the type of heroine that would navigate any setting with class and integrity. Looking forward to reading Book 2 of this series.
Shivani on 04/12/2016 11:06am
He cheats!! And he makes sure she can hear him and the OW! God! I just want to remove this book from my head! Sorry but the I simply can't stand cheating. If the author had issued a warning somewhere I wouldn't have read this book ever.
Shivani on 04/12/2016 11:06am
He cheats!! And he makes sure she can hear him and the OW! God! I just want to remove this book from my head! Sorry but the I simply can't stand cheating. If the author had issued a warning somewhere I wouldn't have read this book ever.
Jill Tremblay on 04/11/2016 05:40am
I have never been more excited to read a book from here before. I stumble across this story before it was posted here and read it 3 times. It is so well written, the characters, the plot and development. I will be not so patiently waiting for book 2!
Jill Tremblay on 04/11/2016 05:40am
I have never been more excited to read a book from here before. I stumble across this story before it was posted here and read it 3 times. It is so well written, the characters, the plot and development. I will be not so patiently waiting for book 2!
SH on 04/11/2016 04:48am
A new author for me and I can't wait to read another! Very well written book with a wonderful sci-fi element that kept me turning the pages. Add in strong characters, suspense, and danger and I was hooked! I am looking forward to book two!
SH on 04/11/2016 04:48am
A new author for me and I can't wait to read another! Very well written book with a wonderful sci-fi element that kept me turning the pages. Add in strong characters, suspense, and danger and I was hooked! I am looking forward to book two!
Melissa Haase on 04/11/2016 12:58am
I loved this book. Cannot wait for book two and book three! The story was a nice mix between human, apocalypse and werewolf themes and characteristics - my favourite with scenes to make to blush that we love so much from Blushing Books. I'm counting down til book 2 and wil probably re-read the book in the meantime.
Melissa Haase on 04/11/2016 12:58am
I loved this book. Cannot wait for book two and book three! The story was a nice mix between human, apocalypse and werewolf themes and characteristics - my favourite with scenes to make to blush that we love so much from Blushing Books. I'm counting down til book 2 and wil probably re-read the book in the meantime.
Rene on 04/10/2016 02:19pm
I love Born to be Bound!!! Addison Cain has created an amazing book that pulls you into the world of Tholos. The characters of Claire and Shepard are well developed and their interactions with each other are so intense, I couldn't get enough of this story and I can't wait for the next book to come out so I can find out what happens next.
Rene on 04/10/2016 02:19pm
I love Born to be Bound!!! Addison Cain has created an amazing book that pulls you into the world of Tholos. The characters of Claire and Shepard are well developed and their interactions with each other are so intense, I couldn't get enough of this story and I can't wait for the next book to come out so I can find out what happens next.
ScarlettPhoenix on 04/10/2016 07:31am
I generally don't like otherworldly paranormal stories but this one pulled me into the narrative from the get go. The characters of Claire and Shepard are so realistic you can almost touch them. The descriptions of other characters and scenarios are just as painstakingly precise. This is the first installment. I can't wait until the next chapters unfold.
ScarlettPhoenix on 04/10/2016 07:31am
I generally don't like otherworldly paranormal stories but this one pulled me into the narrative from the get go. The characters of Claire and Shepard are so realistic you can almost touch them. The descriptions of other characters and scenarios are just as painstakingly precise. This is the first installment. I can't wait until the next chapters unfold.
madpuss on 04/10/2016 02:50am
I enjoyed this story and read it in one sitting. At first I thought It was a unique take on a paranormal post apocalyptic story but have since found out it's an omegaverse story set in an alternate universe. It is intriguing and suspenseful and I can't wait to find out the full story of what is going on and what happens next. Claire maybe an omega but she has a strong will and determination to stand up for herself, to not lose herself and who she is. She may physically be an omega but she has the heart and soul of an alpha.
madpuss on 04/10/2016 02:50am
I enjoyed this story and read it in one sitting. At first I thought It was a unique take on a paranormal post apocalyptic story but have since found out it's an omegaverse story set in an alternate universe. It is intriguing and suspenseful and I can't wait to find out the full story of what is going on and what happens next. Claire maybe an omega but she has a strong will and determination to stand up for herself, to not lose herself and who she is. She may physically be an omega but she has the heart and soul of an alpha.
SenKa on 04/09/2016 03:17pm
I love this book. It's not perfect, but it's very, very good. It's an erotica which gives you steamy scenes, strong heroine and compelling alpha (anti?)hero. Sounds like any-other-erotica? It's anything but. It's dark without being exhaustingly angsty, deeply emotive and has that elusive balance (rarely found in other books) between an engaging plot and hot sex scenes. The world building and character development are great, there was no info dump, you just got sucked right into the dystopian world of Tholos. I have no idea about what omegaverse is when I first read the book, but have no difficulty understanding things. The way Ms. Cain wrote about the social dynamics between alphas, betas and omegas are very flowing and enjoyable to read. The heroine is lovable, very, very lovable. She's strong, naive without being stupid, innocent in many ways without being retarded, very brave and has some serious backbone. I can't help but to fall in love with Claire. While the (anti?) hero, he's mysterious, domineering... I don't want to describe him too much, the mystery that is Shepherd has to be read by yourself. With Shepherd, I think Ms. Cain use the show-the-reader-don't-tell-them way perfectly, most of the time. The writing itself is very good, not without flaws, but highly enjoyable nonetheless. At some parts, I feel the writing to be somewhat rushed, but at other times (many, fortunately), it's gloriously poetic without being purple. Just read the book, you won't regret it. (Unless you have problem with power exchange and the general theme of the book)
SenKa on 04/09/2016 03:17pm
I love this book. It's not perfect, but it's very, very good. It's an erotica which gives you steamy scenes, strong heroine and compelling alpha (anti?)hero. Sounds like any-other-erotica? It's anything but. It's dark without being exhaustingly angsty, deeply emotive and has that elusive balance (rarely found in other books) between an engaging plot and hot sex scenes. The world building and character development are great, there was no info dump, you just got sucked right into the dystopian world of Tholos. I have no idea about what omegaverse is when I first read the book, but have no difficulty understanding things. The way Ms. Cain wrote about the social dynamics between alphas, betas and omegas are very flowing and enjoyable to read. The heroine is lovable, very, very lovable. She's strong, naive without being stupid, innocent in many ways without being retarded, very brave and has some serious backbone. I can't help but to fall in love with Claire. While the (anti?) hero, he's mysterious, domineering... I don't want to describe him too much, the mystery that is Shepherd has to be read by yourself. With Shepherd, I think Ms. Cain use the show-the-reader-don't-tell-them way perfectly, most of the time. The writing itself is very good, not without flaws, but highly enjoyable nonetheless. At some parts, I feel the writing to be somewhat rushed, but at other times (many, fortunately), it's gloriously poetic without being purple. Just read the book, you won't regret it. (Unless you have problem with power exchange and the general theme of the book)

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