Resistant Omegas 1 Tristan Tristan discovered at puberty that he was different. He's an Omega and is destined to increase the power of an Alpha and his Betas each time they use his body. Tristan may be resigned to his fate of being sold to the highest bidder, but that doesn’t mean he is going to be happy about being a possession passed from one user to the next. Alpha Jared and his Betas, Cameron and Rhyce, bring Tristan to their pack. From their first encounter, they quickly learn that Tristan is an Omega in power but definitely not in personality. He is stubborn, strong willed, and determined that, while his body may be theirs with the contract, his heart and soul are not for sale. Can they find a common ground for their budding power, or will it all come tumbling down around them when they need it the most? Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Vampires/Werewolves Length: 36,159 words TRISTAN Resistant Omegas 1 Joyee Flynn MENAGE AMOUR Siren Publishing, Inc. www.SirenPublishing.com ABOUT THE E-BOOK YOU HAVE PURCHASED: Your non-refundable purchase of this e-book allows you to only ONE LEGAL copy for your own personal reading on your own personal computer or device. You do not have resell or distribution rights without the prior written permission of both the publisher and the copyright owner of this book. This book cannot be copied in any format, sold, or otherwise transferred from your computer to another through upload to a file sharing peer to peer program, for free or for a fee, or as a prize in any contest. Such action is illegal and in violation of the U.S. Copyright Law. Distribution of this e-book, in whole or in part, online, offline, in print or in any way or any other method currently known or yet to be invented, is forbidden. 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Thank you for the countless responses, suggestions, and input. I needed it to be perfect and y'all helped me get there!! TRISTAN Resistant Omegas 1 JOYEE FLYNN Copyright © 2011 Chapter 1 It was the evening of the full moon, and I was leaned over a bed in a strange woman’s house while she fingered my hole. While that might sound like a good time to some men, it wasn’t for me and for several reasons. One, I’m gay, so she just wasn’t doing it for me. Two, she was less into it than I was. Three, she was stretching my virgin ass out for the Alpha to fuck me in front of the whole pack. Four, she was old enough to be my grandmother. Odd much? I think humans called them arranged marriages, but in the werewolf community, it was what happened to an Omega. My parents basically hit the lottery when they had me, and I turned out to be an Omega werewolf. Normal werewolves could choose their mates, either human women since there were no female werewolves. Or if they were gay like I was, they could mate to another werewolf. But not Omegas. Oh no, we were pimped out by High Council law. No matter what, we entered into a contract with an Alpha. Which Alpha depended on who was the highest bidder. I was being sold to Alpha Jared Craven of the Denver pack. And Rachel, an elder woman of the pack, was one of the four women getting me ready for the contract ceremony. Now ask me how much I wanted to lose my virginity in front of an entire pack of strangers. Hell, this wasn’t even my birth pack. I grew up in the Green Bay pack in Wisconsin. My parents stuck me on a plane this morning with two suitcases filled with everything I owned. Rachel picked me up from the airport and had barely said two words to me. There were other women in the room with us who were helping me get ready like a bride on their wedding day and hadn’t even told me their names. The best part of all of this? After the Alpha was done with me, his Betas would fuck me as well. Because the contract really was with the inner circle of the pack and none of them would be my mates. Oh sure, I’d belong to the Alpha as if I was his mate, but he could still find a mate for himself. And the Betas, well, the same went for them. “It’s time, Tristan,” Rachel said as she pushed a large butt plug into my hole, snapping me out of my depressing thoughts. It had extra lube in it that would coat my passage thoroughly so no one had to worry about slicking me up before fucking me. Like it wasn’t bad enough that I was a twenty-one-year-old virgin and this was how I was going to lose my precious gift? No, they couldn’t even be bothered with foreplay or stretching me themselves. “Let’s just get this over with,” I grumbled as I put on the robe one of the women handed me. I followed Rachel out of the house as the other women flanked us. We loaded up into a large Dodge Durango along with a few men of the pack. Again, I didn’t know any of their names, but why would anyone care to be polite to the Omega? We were just a possession to be traded and sold according to werewolf law. We were a tool to help the inner circle grow in power and stabilize a pack. The more the Alpha and his Betas fucked me, the stronger they would become, and I would come into powers of my own that would help the pack. As we drove to the Denver pack’s hunting grounds, I stared out the window and cursed my existence. While it was great for my parents to have had an Omega for a child, it sucked being the Omega. Hell, my parents could retire for the amount that was paid for me and never have to worry about money again. Did I see any of that? Fuck no. And I didn’t even get a mate of my own. I basically would spend my life being the fuck buddy of three men who could have mates of their own. Blinking rapidly, I tried to keep the tears that had threatened to fall all day. I was already small, so I didn’t need to appear weak to my new pack. At five-five and a hundred and twenty- five pounds, I couldn’t stop what was about to happen even if I knew how. Werewolf law was that Omegas were contracted out to an Alpha. Any that were over the age of twenty-one and weren’t owned by an Alpha would be considered rogue and put down. But we were rare enough where all packs and councils did everything in their power that some Alpha benefited from us. The vehicle stopped, we all got out, and I was led to the middle of a large clearing. This had to be the ceremonial circle that every pack land had. It’s where certain activities, like the claiming of a new pack Omega, would happen away from outsider eyes. The sun had set a few hours ago, and the moon was almost all the way up in the sky. “Alpha Jared, your Omega has been prepared,” Rachel announced loudly as we stopped in front of a large man. Guess this was my new master. He was gorgeous at least. That was one of my many fears about all of this, that I’d get stuck with some old guy who would touch me and make me want to vomit. The Alpha was about six-three, two fifty with shoulder-length dark brown hair and very light brown eyes. He was built to say the least. I eyed him over as he stood before me in nothing but a pair of running shorts. His chest was nicely muscled, and I did like his ribbed stomach. There didn’t seem to be an ounce of fat on the man. “I thank the ladies of the pack for their care and guidance of our Omega,” Jared said, the words scripte...
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