Stray Omega by Lizzy Bequin

heart of an ancient and crumbling city.
My mind is trapped, but my senses extend to the furthest reaches of the Zone.
Within the confines of the Quarantine Wall, every eye is my eye. Every ear.
Every nose. Every nerve.
My spirit reaches out, touching the lifeforms around me.
Watching.
Listening.
Sensing…
I am a young omega named Delia. I am barely eighteen years old, and I am in
labor. My contractions are excruciating. A cramping pain that squeezes my
insides like a fist of stone. I scream in agony as the weight of my baby moves
through my straining pelvis. My alphas are with me. Three of them. They
hold me, purring to soothe my nerves, but it only helps a little.
I push.
I am an infant and I am afraid. My body is being shoved through a wet
tunnel.
All my life I have lived inside the womb, a small world that is dark and
comfortable. A world of heartbeats and warmth and unconditional love. Now
I am being pushed into a bigger world, one of pain and screaming, and I don’t
like it at all.
I want to go back, but the pushing continues.