Stray Omega by Lizzy Bequin

practice untying the knots made by the bad alphas when she sneaked into
their camps. But this was far more elaborate, and she didn’t even know how
to begin untying it. Plus, if Orwen saw her trying to untangle it, he would
surely attack her.
Then there was the branch itself. It was strong and thick. Nearly as thick as
that enormous thing hanging between Orwen’s legs—But why was she
thinking of it in those terms? Her heat. Her stupid, stupid heat.
The point was that branch would not be easy to break. Embla was not strong
enough to do it on her own.
But Orwen was.
Embla had a plan. It was not a very good plan, but it was something. Her
heart beat faster and faster in her chest until it felt as if it would burst right
out of her ribs. Her stream of urine slowed to a trickle.
Cautiously, Embla lifted her gaze back to Orwen’s face again.
The alpha was not looking at her anymore. His head was tilted back, eyes
closed, and he was humming to himself as he enjoyed the relief of draining
his bladder.
This was just the opening Embla had been waiting for. Orwen had let his
guard down.
The alpha had left himself exposed.
Her eyes lowered to the thick shaft of meat gripped loosely in the alpha’s
hand. The stream of golden urine was still hosing out of his pierced tip, but