Does a Disabled Omega Have to Be Forcibly Loved Too? (NPH) - Chapter 4: Out of Control
Chapter 4: Out of Control
“An Omega who hasn’t been permanently marked for life must not appear in public without wearing a pheromone suppressor and being accompanied by a guardian.”
The Alpha stopped two steps away from her. His tone was as cold and sharp as his gaze.
“Where are your pheromone suppressor and your guardian, Omega?”
Even though Dinah knew this was just a dream, she still felt nervous. She stood up instinctively.
For an Omega to go out alone was a serious offense. The Omega Association didn’t give her any special treatment; they simply ignored her.
Ever since they discovered her gland was naturally defective, the Omega Association had gradually given up on her. But if they decided to pursue it seriously, she would be at fault.
“I’m sorry, I…” Dinah apologized out of habit.
But her words were interrupted by the Alpha.
“I don’t need your apology. I only need to confirm one thing: by appearing before me in such a naked state, are you prepared to face the consequences?”
Dinah froze for a moment. What did he mean by “naked state”?
She instinctively looked down at herself. She was wearing the exact same black dress with white polka dots and suit jacket as she remembered.
“I don’t understand…”
“I will rape you,” the Alpha said in a cold, sharp tone.
Dinah’s mind filled with question marks.
She wondered if she had entered her heat cycle, which would explain such a wild dream.
But because of her defective gland, while other Omegas began to experience their heat cycles one after another, she never showed the slightest sign of it.
For Dinah, this was, of course, a good thing.
Her thoughts wandered briefly. What snapped her back was the sudden晃动 of her vision in front of her.
The Alpha closed the distance between them to zero in an instant. He grabbed her arm, turned her around, and pinned her onto the sofa.
“What are you doing?” Dinah cried out in shock. “Let me go!”
But the Alpha acted as if he hadn’t heard her. He seized the collar of her suit jacket and swiftly pulled it down to her elbows. He tied a knot, binding her hands tightly behind her back.
The Alpha didn’t repeat what he had said. He simply pressed down on her waist and lifted her skirt.
Because the skirt was long, she had been too lazy to wear leggings underneath. Now, it made the Alpha’s actions easier.
“This is a crime!” Dinah struggled desperately. “Let me go.”
The Alpha paused for a moment. Dinah felt her hair, which was draped over her shoulders, being pushed aside. His hand fumbled with the zipper for a couple of seconds.
The dress was halter-style, perfectly covering the gland’s location. Though it didn’t have the effect of a suppressor, it had been enough for Dinah.
But now the zipper was undone. Then she felt a sharp pain at the back of her neck. A strange, trembling sensation quickly spread from the spot where he bit her.
She didn’t smell the Alpha’s pheromones, but her body reacted to the pheromones he injected. It grew wet and burning hot in an instant.
“Uh…” Dinah couldn’t stop trembling and whimpering.
She felt as if she had suddenly spiked a forty-degree fever. Her consciousness blurred, her body burned, and she desperately needed something to cool her down.
“Ha, ha…” Dinah breathed heavily, but even her breaths were scalding. She was like a fish thrown onto the shore, about to dry up and die under the blazing sun.
“Help…” Dinah struggled unconsciously, completely unaware of the sound of a metal zipper coming from behind her.
The person behind her pressed down on her lower back, forcing her hips to lift. Even if he hadn’t done that, Dinah was already unconsciously swaying her hips slightly.
An Omega forced into heat had no rationality left. They were no different from an animal in mating season, driven only by the urge to copulate.
Her underwear had already been torn off. Beneath the drooping black chiffon fabric, her soft, tender pvssy was twitching and dripping water.
Arnold’s gaze fell on this lascivious and depraved sight.
This dream seemed a little different from his usual ones.
He was an Alpha with both mental strength and physical stamina rated at S-level. He could precisely control a mech to perform any action he desired. He could also control his own dreams.
Though he had experienced some pheromone disruptions from long-term suppressant injections to get through his susceptible periods, such a minor condition shouldn’t have been enough to make his mental strength spiral out of control.
Out of control to the point of turning an Omega whose name he didn’t even know into the object of a rape fantasy.
Arnold didn’t deny that every Alpha naturally preferred violent s3x. The desire for control, possession, and destruction was an innate trait in every Alpha.
But normally, he kept his instincts well in check. Even in dreams with s3x-specific robots, he wouldn’t let himself go this far.
Arnold didn’t know where the problem lay.
But right now, rather than figuring out what was wrong with his mental strength, he wanted more to shove his c0ck into that tiny, almost invisible slit.