Unhinged Omega: A Dark Reverse Harem Omegaverse Romance (Ghost Alpha Unit Book 4)

I stare up at the air traffic control tower looming against the darkening sky, my feet refusing to carry me any closer. Been avoiding this moment for the better part of a day, throwing myself into coordinating the last of the weapons shipments.

Making sure everything’s secure.

Doing my fucking job.

Not thinking about violet eyes and hair like moonlight.

Not obsessing over a scent that’s carved itself into my brain.

I turn away from the tower, my boots crunching on gravel as I head toward the pit instead. The Knight stands motionless in the center, face tilted up toward the sky like always.

No, I realize.

Not the sky.

The tower.

Has that pit gotten… bigger?

The edges look more worn down, like something’s been clawing at them. And there’s only one something in the pit.

Before I can look closer, I hear boots plowing through the gravel behind me.

‘Boss, you’re back.’

Lex’s voice cuts through my thoughts. I turn to find her approaching, that mangy mutt of hers trotting at her heels. The scars around her mouth stretch as she grins.

‘Last shipment’s secure,’ I grunt, trying to focus on business. On the empire I’ve spent years building. The one I’m seriously considering burning to the ground over an omega who can’t stand the sight of me.

And thinks I smell like ‘piss and ass,’ apparently.

What the fuck does that even mean? I hate how much of the last twenty-four hours I’ve spent pondering it.

‘Everything’s in place.’

‘Good timing,’ Lex says, but there’s something off in her tone. ‘We’ve got a situation.’

It just keeps getting better.

My jaw clenches. ‘What kind of situation?’

Lex’s eyes drift up toward the tower, and that uneasy feeling in my gut intensifies. ‘You should probably see for yourself.’

‘For fuck’s sake,’ I mutter, stalking back toward the tower.

Might as well get it over with.

As if it hasn’t taken all my willpower to stay gone.

There’s already no telling what I’m going to be walking into, considering I left her alone in my home and she hates my fucking guts, but I’m definitely not expecting what awaits me.

The scent hits me before the elevator doors even open.

Heat.

Moonlight with a hint of debauchery.

Sweet and intoxicating and absolutely fucking terrifying.

My hands clench into fists and I dig my nails into my palms as I try to breathe through my mouth. It doesn’t help. I can practically taste her scent on my tongue, and that’s making it all even more torturous. Even for an omega, her scent is particularly potent.

‘Fuck,’ I growl, jabbing the button for my floor harder than necessary.

This is the last thing I need right now. Maybrecht will be sending someone to collect her any day. I should just hand her over. Take my weapons, expand my territory, solidify my power base.

It’s what I’ve always done.

What’s kept me alive this long.

So why does the thought of letting her go make me want to tear someone’s throat out?

The elevator climbs higher, and with each floor, her scent grows stronger. By the time the doors slide open, I’m practically vibrating with hunger.

I’ve never wanted anything in my life the way I want her.

And that’s exactly why I need to stay the fuck away.

The Ghosts started a fucking war to protect their omega. And while a day ago, I was enough of an egomaniac to think I’m above those kinds of base impulses, Cosima has been a wake-up call.

A cruel one.

The elevator doors slide open and her scent hits me like a freight train, nearly knocking me off my feet. Fuck. It’s a hundred times more potent than before, filling the air with notes of moonlight and sex and something wild that makes my mouth water.

I stumble out of the elevator, drawn forward by some primal instinct I can’t control. My eyes lock onto the source and I freeze, unable to process what I’m seeing.

Cosima.

Naked.

Sprawled out in what looks like a nest made from every scrap of fabric in the entire tower. Blankets, pillows, clothes—all piled around her in a haphazard circle. Pretty sure if this place had curtains, she’d have commandeered those, too.

And in the center of it all, she’s…

Oh fuck.

Her legs are spread wide, giving me a perfect view as she fucks herself with desperate abandon. Two fingers plunge in and out of her dripping cunt at a frantic pace while her other hand works her clit. Her head is thrown back, exposing the elegant line of her throat as breathy moans spill from her parted lips.

I can’t move.

Can’t think.

Can’t breathe.

All I can do is stare, transfixed, as the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen pleasures herself right in front of me. My cock is instantly, painfully hard, straining against my pants as I drink in the sight of her.

Her skin is flushed pink, a light sheen of sweat making her glow in the dim light. Those lush curves I’ve been trying so hard not to think about are on full display, her full breasts bouncing slightly with each thrust of her fingers. The air is thick with the scent of her arousal, sweet and musky and criminally intoxicating.

I take an involuntary step forward, drawn by her siren song.

Until she utters a name, and the spell is momentarily broken.noveldrama

‘Azarel!’

The growl tears from my throat before I can stop it. I’ve never heard that name in my life, but in an instant, I know I hate the fucker more than I’ve ever hated another living soul.

Violet eyes fly open, heavy-lidded with pleasure but quickly sharpening with rage as they lock onto mine. Her fingers still as a snarl twists those perfect lips.

‘Get out!’ she hisses, her voice rough with need even as she glares daggers at me.

Before I can react, she’s hurling something at my head. I catch it reflexively—one of the throw pillows from my couch. I can’t help but inhale deeply, her scent clinging to the fabric and making my head spin.

I should leave. I know I should.

But I’m rooted to the spot, unable to tear my eyes away from her.

‘Last I checked, this was my place,’ I drawl, forcing a cocky smirk even as my heart pounds in my temples. I take a few swaggering steps into the room, projecting a confidence I don’t feel. ‘By all means, don’t let me stop you. Looks like you were just getting to the good part.’

She snatches up scraps of fabric from the nest, trying to cover herself, but it’s too late. The image of her spread out and fucking herself with her fingers is burned into my retinas. I know I’ll be seeing that in my dreams for the rest of my life.

As she scrambles to wrap herself in the remnants of blankets and clothes, something catches my eye.

A flash of familiar crimson fabric.

I do a double-take, but there’s no mistaking it. The shredded remains of my coat are woven throughout her nest.

A savage sort of pride surges through me at the sight, matched only by a special kind of rage. She may claim to despise me, but some part of her craves my scent. Needs it close to her.

I clench my jaw so hard I’m surprised my teeth don’t crack. That’s my favorite fucking coat. The anger is a far less troubling emotion, so I choose to focus on it.

‘What the fuck did you do to my coat?’ I snarl, stalking closer to her nest.

Cosima’s lips curl into a smirk, and I hate how it makes my cock twitch. ‘Oh, this old thing?’ She runs her fingers over a scrap of the red fabric. ‘You can have it back if you want.’

A growl rumbles in my chest. ‘You could have fucking warned me you were going into heat. I would have brought you proper nesting materials.’

She scoffs, her violet eyes flashing with disdain. ‘Right. Because you’ve been such a generous host so far.’

‘You have no idea,’ I snap back.

We glare at each other, the air between us crackling with tension. I hate myself for how cute she looks when she’s flustered, cheeks flushed and hair mussed. For how much I want to climb into that nest and join her, to fuck the attitude right out of her until she’s screaming my name instead of that Azarel fucker’s.

But she hates me, and I hate her.

I need to.

I clear my throat, suddenly feeling awkward. ‘Do you, uh… need anything?’ I mutter hoarsely.

Surprise flickers across her face, quickly replaced by suspicion. ‘No,’ she says flatly. ‘Your obnoxious sidekick has been bringing me shitty stale food and water bottles full of microplastics. I’m just fine.’

Fucking Lex. She could have warned me about the heat. Though I’m not sure I would have been able to steel myself anyway. The scent of Cosima’s arousal is so thick in the air I can barely think straight.

A look comes into Cosima’s eyes, something calculating. ‘Actually,’ she says slowly, ‘there is one thing I could use.’

‘What?’ I ask, too eager. Fuck.

Her lips curve into a smile that’s pure sin. ‘Bring me a toy.’

I blink. ‘A toy?’

‘For my heat,’ she clarifies, her tone dripping with condescension.

I bark out a laugh, but it sounds hollow even to my own ears. ‘This is the middle of the Outer Reaches, sweetheart. There’s not exactly a sex shop around the corner.’ I lean in closer, lowering my voice. ‘But if you need relief, I’d be happy to provide it the old-fashioned way.’

Her eyes narrow dangerously. ‘I’d rather let the monster in the pit fuck me before I let you lay a finger on me.’

The image that flashes through my mind at her words makes me want to put my fist through a wall.

Her tone turns saccharine, dripping with sarcasm. ‘But if the great Nikolai Vlacock can’t even find one measly little sex toy, I understand.’

I bristle. ‘It’s Vlakov.’

She sneers, making it obvious she knows damn well what my name is. ‘Is it? My bad.’

I turn on my heel and stalk back to the elevator, jabbing the button with more force than necessary. As the doors slide closed, I catch one last glimpse of her sprawled out in that nest, looking like every filthy fantasy I’ve ever had come to life.

I’m going to find her that stupid fucking toy if it’s the last thing I do.

The ride down to the ground floor feels like it takes an eternity. My skin is too tight, my cock achingly hard in my pants. As soon as the doors open, I’m striding across the tarmac for the one storage unit that isn’t fully packed with explosives.

I dig through crates in the storage unit like a man possessed, tossing aside useless junk. My hands are shaking with barely contained rage and other emotions I refuse to acknowledge. The scent of moonlight still clings to me, making it impossible to think clearly.

‘What’cha doin’, boss?’

I freeze at Mikey’s voice, a rusted pipe clutched in my white-knuckled grip. Reese peers around his massive friend’s shoulder, both of them watching me with open curiosity.

‘Looking for something that could work as… equipment,’ I growl through clenched teeth, not meeting their eyes.

‘Equipment for what?’ Reese asks, his head tilted like a confused puppy.

I slam the crate shut with enough force to make them both jump. ‘A fucking dildo, alright?’

Reese’s brow furrows. ‘Didn’t know there was any other kind.’

The pipe flies from my hand before I can stop myself. Reese yelps and ducks, the metal clanging against the wall behind him.

‘We just didn’t know you were into that sort of thing, boss,’ Mikey says, his cheeks flushing red.

‘Yeah, we always figured you were the one who was railin’… uh… the pretty blond,” Reese chimes in.

‘It’s not for me, you absolute fucking morons, it’s for the omega!’ I roar, whirling on them. ‘And how many times do I have to tell you I never want to hear his fucking name again?’

‘Technically, nobody said his name, boss,” Mikey says, raising his hand.

“We can’t even refer to him now?” Reese groans.

‘Shut up!’ I bark, already turning back to another crate. ‘And if either of you breathe a word of this to anyone, I’ll feed you to the Knight piece by fucking piece.’

They scramble to comply, spreading out to search through the cluttered unit. The silence is broken only by the sound of rummaging and occasional thoughtful hums.

‘How about this?’ Mikey holds up a broken gear shaft.

‘No.’

‘This?’ Reese waves a length of rubber hose.

‘No!‘

‘Oh! What about⁠—’

‘For fuck’s sake, she wants something comfortable, not a medieval torture device!’ I snap, pinching the bridge of my nose. ‘Put that back where you found it and find something shaped like a dick.’

Lex chooses that moment to walk in, stares in horror at the scene unfolding before her, and walks out without a single damn word.

‘What about this fancy rolling pin?’ Mikey asks hopefully, waving one around like a trophy. ‘It has stars carved into it. Might have a nice texture.’

I take a deep breath, counting backward from ten. ‘Do the world a favor and never go near a vagina for as long as you live.’

‘No problem there,’ Reese mutters under his breath. ‘Maybe we should check the other units?’

‘Those are full of explosives,’ I remind him. ‘I’m not giving her anything that might blow up.’

‘Fair point.’

We continue searching in increasingly desperate silence. My mind keeps drifting back to the tower, to the image of her fucking herself with her fingers.

Did she file off those damn claws? If not, Mikey’s rolling pin might not be that much worse. Or maybe she’s just a masochist. That would check out, actually.

I slam another crate shut, harder than necessary.

‘You okay, boss?’ Mikey asks carefully.

‘I’m fine,’ I snarl. ‘This is a waste of fucking time. One of you go out and find something.’

They exchange a look, like they’re conjoined twins and I just suggested chopping them in half. To be fair, I’m pretty sure they share a single brain cell.

‘Go together,’ I snap. ‘Just find something she can pleasure herself with that won’t kill her. Go to the black market if you have to.’

The closest one just so happens to be run by that asshole, Geo, so it’s not like I can go myself unless I want to ignite a turf war when I’ve already got a looming war with Surhiira and New Reinmich on my hands.

‘You got it, boss,’ Reese says with a grave salute that would be more appropriate if I had sent him off on a suicide mission.

Then again, if Geo gets wind of who sent him, it might be.