Stray Omega by Lizzy Bequin

When Ark repeated his question and the omega still refused to answer,
Orwen twisted his fist that was buried in her knotted hair, and the omega
winced and yipped with pain.
“Easy,” Ark said. “No need to hurt her.” Then to the omega he said a third
time, slowly and clearly, “What. Is. Your. Name?”
“Name?”
The word came from the omega’s lips as a raspy whisper. The voice of one
unaccustomed to speaking.
The pack leader nodded. “My name is Ark. The one holding you is Orwen.
The kid is Leros.”
The omega looked at him blankly.
Ark tried again, gesturing to himself and his companions in turn. “Ark.
Orwen. Leros.”
“Shit,” Orwen complained. “Why does she need to know who we are
anyway? Look, boss, let’s—“
Ark silenced his second with a sharp look then turned his gaze back to the
omega and pointed, making sure to keep his fingers out of range of her teeth.
“Now you, imp. What is your name?”
“Name.”
Leros blurted a laugh, and Ark cut his eyes at the kid to shut him up. The
young alpha fell silent, but his body still shook with suppressed laughter. Ark