Stray Omega by Lizzy Bequin

would feel like brushing against different parts of her body.
Bad.
Now was hardly the time for such thoughts.
At least Embla knew their names now. Ark. Orwen. Leros. She had
understood very little of what the alphas had spoken, but she had understood
that.
The leader had wanted to know her name too, but she had refused to say.
She did not trust him.
Truthfully, Embla’s language skills were rudimentary at best. Beyond the
knowledge of her own name, she knew very little. She remembered some
words from her parents before they had died. Then she had picked up a few
more words from the bad alphas who had held her captive for most of her
childhood. Later, after she had escaped, she would often sneak into their
encampments to steal supplies, and she sometimes overheard them speaking
then as well.
But Embla had very little experience using language herself. Practically none,
in fact.
And to make matters worse, these three alphas who now had her leashed and
gagged—Ark, Orwen, and Leros—they spoke with an accent that was very
unfamiliar to her. Their voices were deep and rumbling like the thunder.
Despite the unfortunate situation Embla found herself in, those voices stirred
a shameful, ticklish feeling in her lower abdomen.