The Rebellious Omega

Trigger warning: This chapter may prove upsetting to some. Third Person POV

Finally, he could stand it no more. "Well" he growled as she blinked her big blue eyes at him, feigning innocence "Are you going to tell me about your idea or not?" he snapped.

"Oh," she said, biting into another piece of toast and forcing him to wait some more, his eyelid twitching with annoyance "You want to hear what I have to say?" she asked with deliberate emphasis.

He was going to kill her at this rate, he just knew it. She was provoking him at every turn and pushing his buttons. No wonder she was being hunted. At this rate, he would happily throw her to the wolves to eat. He took deep breaths, ignoring the look of deep satisfaction on the little b***h's face. He gave her an icy smile "I would love to hear your idea Luna Brynn" he said with as much grace as he could muster.

She eyed him with amusement. "Well," she said slowly, putting her knife and fork down with a clatter "it stands to reason that if your son hasn't seen you in at least five years some parts of you might have changed or he might have forgotten exactly what you look like. I was thinking," she said, pausing and staring hard at him "that we could disguise you, dye your hair a different color, change your skin tone, cut your hair or make it more shaggy and dress you down, in less suitable clothes, make you appear as though you are merely a warrior passing through from another pack."

He considered the proposal. "That means I won't be able to use any of my alpha aura," he said with annoyance. "Yes," Bree said with cheerfulness "but if the disguise is good enough, then Braedon won't even know it's you. You shouldn't need to use your aura until the last possible moment."

"How can I trust you won't give me away? What exactly are you planning to do?" he asked.

Brynn tapped her chin. "I plan on disguising myself as well. This blonde hair and big blue eyes stand out too easily. I will dress as a maid and pretend to be looking for work in nearby packs. I will change my hair color and use contacts in my eyes. I'm excellent with makeup. I can transform myself. I can't subdue my wolf" she said "but as long as I don't use the aura, I doubt they'll pick me up anyway. Nobody ever takes a second glance at a servant. Servants are invisible. I can say I'm seeking a pack to call home." "You better hope this works" Alpha Nikolai growled, as Brynn huffed and glared at him "because if this plan fails...." "It's better than what you had" she snapped back "Your way would get us killed in a second, you miserable bastard." He glowered at her. By now the dining room was completely empty. He slammed his hand on the table, causing it to shake, a large crack forming down the center. "You will cease treating me with such disrespect" he snarled, his eyes darkening "I have already allowed you to insult me enough. May I remind you that I'm in charge of this pack and the Alpha?"

"You made me the Luna, I'm simply fulfilling the role that was given to me" Brynn quipped sarcastically.

Alpha Nikolai's eyes narrowed "I made you Luna because you're going to help me achieve revenge against my goddamn son, not to mention the daughter that abandoned me. But you continue to overstep your authority" he thundered.

Brynn sneered at him "I've had the omegas following my every word and order in no time at all. Do you think that I'm easily intimidated by you?" she questioned.

His eyes began to shine. A look of rage came over his face. He c****d his head, even as he got to his feet. Brynn shut her mouth, suspecting she had gone too far. She hadn't meant to, but he had a way of getting underneath her skin. Her temper had once again gotten the better of her. She swallowed hard. "Alpha Nikolai," she said dipping her head as he stalked towards her "I think we should get started on the ...." she gave a yelp as he abruptly picked her up with rough hands, slamming her down onto the table, facedown, his hand pinning her.

"What are you doing?" she gasped, trying to wriggle free.

His voice was low, his face expressionless. "I'm teaching you who is in charge here," he told her in a silky tone.

She shuddered. She had pushed him too far. She glanced wildly over her shoulder. But he forced her down, her head lying sideways on the table. Her hands gripped, her nails digging in. She could feel the hardwood beneath her body, her legs dangling over the side. She felt him breathing behind her, felt her dress being pulled up, over her hips as she tried to kick backward at him.

"Don't move, or it will be far worse" he warned her, bending down to breathe in her ear.

She could feel her body trembling. She already knew what his punishments could entail. She felt his hand on her leg, slowly trailing upwards, stopping at her panties and then heard a ripping noise as he tore them, the useless bit of fabric fluttering to the floor as she forced her eyes shut in anticipation.

"Not so mouthy now are you?" he taunted her.

She forced herself to keep silent. She felt like she was on display, vulnerable out here in the open, where anybody could walk in and see her like this. It was degrading. Embarrassing. He pinched her a*s and she gave a small cry.

Smack. She jolted as his hand hit her buttock, the pain ricocheting through her body as she tightened her lips, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. He was not gentle. He was not kind. He did not hold back. He used the majority of his strength to continually smack her, on the a*s, while she was forcibly held down, unable to escape the punishment he doled out to her.

By the sixth strike, she was openly weeping. She felt his hand grab her hair and yank it hard, forcing her head backward to look at him. "Next time you won't be so eager to be so disrespectful to me as the Luna" he growled before letting go of her hair. She clawed at the table in an attempt to distract herself from the worst of the pain. She could hear him grunting as he counted out the next few.

"Six, seven" he growled "eight, nine."

SMACK. The last one, the tenth was by far the worst. It felt like her entire bottom was on fire. She wriggled, crying loudly, while his hand kept her pinned to the table. She sniffled, and her body collapsed on the table, feeling defeated and resigned.

He growled, sensing that he had broken her spirit again. He had dominated her, had shown her that she was the weaker species. She was feisty, but he was taming her and showing her that he was the leader of his pack and not to be questioned. Brynn struggled to keep her tears under control, panting and sobbing, while she waited for him to let her up. She wondered what was taking him so long. Her eyes widened as she felt his knee go between her legs, spreading them wider. She felt her stomach churning. He began to undo his zipper behind her and she closed her eyes, knowing what awaited. Soon, her screams began to fill the air.