Touch Starved Omega

The memory of my mother answering the phone is etched in my mind like a vivid painting. The tone of her voice was a blend of unwavering resolve and emotional distance as she communicated with the person on the line, directing them to retrieve me. In that precise moment, it felt as though my entire universe shattered into countless fragments, leaving me feeling lost and bewildered.

The moment she shifted her gaze in my direction, the earth-shattering announcement crashed into me with the force of a thousand bricks - "You will be departing to be a part of a new family," she declared, a family that was meant to provide for me. Amidst the playful chaos of my siblings running around, their carefree laughter reverberating through the walls of the house, I found myself rooted to the ground. Tears cascading down my cheeks, enveloped in a cloud of confusion as to why I was deemed unwanted. I am acutely aware that I am the sole Omega among the five children that my father brought into this world before his untimely departure.

The words of my mother pierced through my soul like a razor-sharp blade, inflicting a profound wound that seemed to seep into the depths of my heart. The pain, already unbearable, surged with each syllable as she coldly declared, "You are not my child, and you never will be. Since your father's passing, I no longer have any obligation to care for you." The icy chill in her voice sent shivers down my spine, as I struggled to comprehend the sudden transformation in her demeanor. Just as her hurtful words threatened to crush my spirit entirely, a sudden knock on the door shattered the suffocating silence that enveloped the room. With a disarming smile plastered on her face, she greeted the unexpected visitor and hastily mentioned that she would gather my belongings for my imminent departure.

As the storm of emotions rages within me, threatening to break through my fragile exterior, I find myself struggling to contain the tears that threaten to spill over. Seeking solace, I wrap my arms tightly around myself, trying to find some semblance of comfort in the chaos that surrounds me.

Despite my attempts to keep my distress hidden, my siblings are quick to pick up on my inner turmoil and rush towards me with open arms, offering their warm embraces in a gesture of support and understanding. However, their well-intentioned actions are abruptly halted by the stern growl of our alpha mother, who hands me a small bag containing my belongings, a stark reminder of the uncertain future that lies ahead.

Just when it seems like all hope is lost, a police officer emerges as a beacon of light in the darkness, exuding a sense of calm and reassurance that instantly puts me at ease. With a gentle touch and soothing words, he guides me towards a waiting car, ushering me away from the only home I have ever known. As the familiar sights and memories fade into the distance, a wave of sadness washes over me, mingled with a sense of apprehension for what lies ahead in this new chapter of my life.

As I gradually regain consciousness, a surge of panic courses through me when I realize that I am no longer in the familiar confines of a car's back seat. Instead, I am now confined within the chilling walls of a dimly lit and damp basement or dungeon, sending a chill down my spine as I come to terms with the grim reality of my situation.

Before I can even begin to process the gravity of the situation, a sudden and unbearable pain shoots through my body, causing me to cry out in agony. The sharp sting of a needle piercing my skin leaves me gasping for air, but my pleas for help go unanswered as the perpetrators swiftly move on to the next innocent victim.

In this nightmarish place, time seems to lose all meaning, leaving us all in a state of perpetual fear and confusion. The days blend into nights, and the passage of time becomes a hazy blur, shrouding us in a veil of uncertainty and dread.

The darkness of the basement envelops us, making us feel trapped and suffocated. The only source of light comes from a flickering bulb hanging above, casting eerie shadows that seem to dance across the damp walls. Fear, despair, and the unmistakable scent of blood linger in the air, a constant reminder of the horrors we have endured.

Our innocence was cruelly ripped away from us, leaving us scarred and broken in ways that words cannot describe. Time becomes a mere concept as we are subjected to unspeakable atrocities that haunt our every waking moment. Within the cold and unforgiving walls of our prison, our cries for mercy echo in vain, falling on deaf ears that offer no solace or reprieve.

The tormentors, with their malevolent presence, seem to feed off our fear and despair, growing stronger with each passing moment. Their insidious whispers echo in the darkness, planting seeds of doubt and despair in our minds. We are trapped in a never-ending cycle of torment, unable to break free from their grasp.

As we struggle to maintain our sanity in the face of such relentless torment, we are constantly reminded of our own vulnerability. The tormentors seem to revel in our suffering, taunting us with their twisted games and cruel tricks. We are left to wonder if there will ever be an end to this nightmare, or if we are doomed to be forever at the mercy of these nameless creatures.

It has been a long and agonizing six years since I last saw the light of day, my vision stolen from me, leaving me in a world of darkness. The only sensations I have felt are the painful grabs and hits that have left me bruised and broken. Each day is a struggle to endure, but today has been the most unbearable of them all. They are determined to awaken the wolf within me, unaware that she has been lost amidst the torment, abuse, and violation that has been inflicted upon my body over the years.

She had once been my source of healing, but even she could no longer withstand the relentless cruelty.

Despite the excruciating pain they continue to inflict upon me, I find myself unable to suppress a smile. It is a bittersweet smile, for I know that my time in this world is coming to an end. Sensing my impending departure, they abruptly halt their torture and urgently summon a doctor, desperate to keep me alive. As the doctor rushes into the room, a gasp escapes their lips, realizing the severity of my condition. They immediately began working tirelessly, from head to toe, in a frantic attempt to save me. Just as the doctor administers a pain-relieving injection, I manage to summon one last smile, whispering a heartfelt "thank you" as my body finally relaxes, free from the unrelenting agony that has plagued me for far too long.

The last thing I hear before everything goes dark is, "She is an omega that has been pushed beyond her limits. I don't know if she will even make it, but can you please come and save her?"

Groaning and crying out from being jarred out of sleep, tears run down my face from the pain and the knowledge that I didn't die like I was hoping I would. Scared to open my eyes even though I cannot see anything, I lay here and listen to all the noise above me, which sounds like snarling and fighting, causing me to whimper.

"Shhh, sweet girl. Everything is going to be alright now." Whispers the doctor as he slowly approaches me and pets my hair, causing me to flinch. But he doesn't stop what he is doing, and slowly, but surely, I am falling asleep once more.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, someone slams the door open against the wall, causing me to jump and scream from the pain and fear of what's to come. "Please, no more. I cannot take anymore. Just kill me, please!" I plead as I fall to the floor, unable to stand on my own. Hearing boots get closer and closer to me, I whine and curl into myself the best I can with the amount of pain my body is in. I continue to whine as my body shakes from the fear.

"Doc, are you okay and have they tried anything since you have been here?" a deep, rumbly voice asks near me, causing me to flinch.

"No one has entered the room since I have arrived, but she is bleeding internally and needs X-rays to see what's all broken," the doctor says quietly while moving closer to me, causing me to yelp and flinch.

"Shit, we need to leave right away. Back up is on the way and I didn't bring enough warriors. Can you give her something for the pain and make her sleep so we can get her out of here safe and quiet?" the rumbly voice asks, causing me to scoot away from him at the same time wanting to get closer to the fresh rain smell.

"Yes, I can give her something so we can move her safely," the doctor says, rushing as he moves to his bag. Causing me to look up and watch him dig around before he finds a syringe and a bottle of liquid. "Can you please hold her so she doesn't hurt us or herself as I give her this med?"

Without any warning, I find myself being gently lifted up by strong and comforting hands, cradled in a way that reminds me of being held like a baby. The sensation of being enveloped in warmth contrasts with the cool, refreshing scent of rain that fills my senses, prompting me to instinctively nuzzle closer and emit a soft whine of contentment.

Suddenly, the doctor appears and administers an injection, causing a sharp pain to shoot through my arm and eliciting a cry of discomfort from me. The distressing experience triggers a surge of emotions, leading me to release a distressed scent into the air.

In the midst of my distress, Mr. Rumbly approaches and begins to purr soothingly, his comforting presence reminiscent of the way my father used to console me. His familiar sound prompts me to whimper and whine, seeking solace in his reassuring presence.

"Thank you for coming and taking me away, daddy." I whimper.

Whining, I root around the front of his chest for comfort, causing him to look down before asking the doctor. "What is she doing?"

"Looks like she is rooting for something to suck on for comfort?" The doctor murmurs in amazement. "Lift your shirt over her and see what she does."

"Come help hold her, so I can lift it from between us then." Mr. Rumbly says just as I am moved away from his chest, causing me to cry and strain to get closer again. "Shhh, little one. I am trying to move my shirt for you."

In that moment, I am gently guided back to his chest, where I feel the warmth of his skin against me, prompting me to snuggle closer as his shirt envelops me, shielding me from the outside world. Initially startled, I let out a small whimper before he starts to purr once more, soothing me.

As I explore, I come across his nipple and instinctively latch onto it, causing him to react with a sudden jump and gasp. This sudden movement startles me, and he quickly removes his nipple from my mouth, leaving me to whimper softly. However, he then carefully repositions me and guides my mouth back to his nipple, allowing me to continue nursing peacefully.

"She still rooting?" the doc asks curiously.

"No, she has latched on to my nipple and is suckling like her life depends on it." Mr. rumbly says while he chuckles and groans.

"She has found safety and comfort with you. I won't be surprised if she ends up going home with you to your pack," Doc whispers as he moves closer to us.

"I can't just bring an omega home, doc. But it is time we get out of here before we can't leave at all." Mr. rumbly says, as he holds me tighter and begins moving at a fast run, causing me to whimper and suckle harder while falling asleep to the movement and comfort.

Gradually awakening from my unconscious state, I am immediately hit with the overpowering combination of a sterile room's scent and the acrid smell of bleach, causing my senses to react involuntarily with a sneeze and a whimper of discomfort. As I slowly regain my awareness, I begin to explore my surroundings with my hands, only to realize that I am confined to a bed with raised railings, and an unfamiliar object is securely attached to my arm.

A wave of unease washes over me, and without thinking, I instinctively try to remove the foreign attachment, resulting in a sharp cry escaping my lips. Suddenly, the silence is shattered by blaring alarms erupting from all directions, amplifying my panic and leaving me feeling even more vulnerable and frightened.

"Hush now, my dear, don't worry. You're in a safe place, but you must keep that needle in your arm. It's providing the essential fluids your body craves," a gentle and comforting voice whispers, as a kind-hearted woman enters the room and takes hold of my hand. Startled, I let out a small cry and instinctively attempt to pull away, overwhelmed by the sudden intrusion.

"It's ok, little one, I am not going to hurt you. I am Nurse Sarah and you are at the hospital and are being guarded around the clock. They cannot hurt you here."

"Where is daddy? I want my daddy!" I cry as I curl into myself.

"Honey, your daddy passed away a few years ago before your mother sold you to the black market." Nurse Sarah says soothingly.

"No, my daddy saved me! I want my daddy." I scream as I feel around the bed, trying to get down to find my daddy. Before I can even do anything, footsteps rush into the room.

"What's going on in here?" a deep voice demands, causing me to freeze and sniff the air while whining at the fresh mint smell.

"She is asking for her father, but he died a few years ago. Then, when I explained that, she freaked out, saying he saved her." Nurse Sarah explains frantically.

"Nurse Sarah, you need to calm down, or she will freak out even more. I will take care of her from here," the deep, soothing voice says.

With a trembling body, I cautiously approach the edge of the bed where the bars cease to exist. Slowly, I lower myself down, feeling the coldness of the floor beneath my feet. The icy sensation sends a shiver down my spine, causing me to tightly grip the railing for stability. As I try to stand up, my legs unexpectedly give way, causing me to lose balance and begin to fall. However, in that moment of panic, I am abruptly caught and held against a strong and unwavering figure, which startles me and prompts a scream to escape my lips.

"Shhh, precious one, you are safe with me until we can find you a home. My name is Dr. Michael, and I have been taking care of you along with my team since you were brought in barely alive."

"Why didn't daddy stay with me? I have been a good girl. I have done everything they have asked or demanded of me," I cry against his chest as I realize that daddy doesn't want me either.

"I know, precious, you have been doing an amazing job and have been so well-behaved." Dr. Michael says while beginning to purr.

Curling into his body, all I can do is sob as the world crashes down around me. "Why couldn't I have died with Daddy?" I sob out as nothing but pain and numbness hit me like a brick.

Growling, Dr. Michael purrs, "Please don't talk like that, precious."

"Why! There is nothing for me to live for. I don't have any family or friends, and I don't even have anywhere to live. What is the point of going on?" I sob out while Dr. Michael begins walking, causing me to stiffen up until I realize he is sitting us in a chair.

"They should have just left me where I was and let me die." I whimper out as my body shakes uncontrollably.

"No! You deserve to live and have the life you deserve, precious. I promise that I will do everything possible to make sure that happens. Now rest. I have you and you are safe." Dr. Michaels whispers while moving us, so I am cradled against him as he changes the pitch of his purr to calm me down.

I snuggle up to him, attempting to find a cozy position, but it's just not working. Frustrated, I start rooting around, which makes him laugh before he calls for the nurse. "Hey, please bring me a nice, warm blanket and the grown-up pacifier with the jar of soothing ointment."

In an instant, we were thrown back, causing me to gasp and cling to him more tightly, until I noticed that he had leaned the chair back. Without warning, he smoothly maneuvered me to slide over him sideways, enveloping me in a sense of security akin to being cocooned in a cozy blanket. This elicited a satisfied exhalation from me, and I settled back into a state of relaxation, only to be taken aback again as something brushed against my lips out of the blue. This prompted me to cry out and reflexively draw back.

"Shhh. Shhh. It's ok, I got you." Dr. Michael whispers soothingly in my ear as he gently encourages me to open my mouth. The taste of berries on my tongue from the nipple makes me whimper with pleasure, prompting me to suckle harder. His chuckle fills the room as he wraps the blanket snugly around us, creating a sense of warmth and safety in his embrace.

"Looks like I will be here for a while. Can you let my team know that I am in here and if they need anything, they can either text or knock?" Dr. Michael asks nurse Sarah, as I lay on him, content and flexing my hand on his chest while suckling and becoming drowsy.

"Daddy, I will see you soon." I whisper around the nipple as I begin to fall asleep.

"Not on my watch, precious," I hear the doctor say while holding me tighter just as I lose consciousness.