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  Risky Wishes

  D.E. Chapman

  Risky Wishes

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  Copyright © 2021 by D.E. Chapman

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  For lovers of twisted tales and dark romances!

  Risky Wishes

  Seven Sinners and Seven Curses.

  The law says that all omegas are to be turned over to the alphas so they can be promptly claimed and breed. But when Camia and Clara were born, their father took them and ran. For years the twin omegas remained in hiding, safe from the clutches of those who sought to own and ruin.

  But all good things must come to an end.

  Warning: This is a dark omegaverse short story that ends with a twisted HEA... if you can even call it that. This story is intended for mature audiences as it includes foul language, sexual scenes, and graphic violence. Be advised this is a reverse harem novel where the main character ends up with more than one mate by the end of the book.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  About the Author

  Also by D.E. Chapman

  Chapter 1

  I yelped as my body flew into a stone wall harshly. My sisters cry echoes seconds after my own, telling me that she’s been tossed too. The loud bang of the door slamming shut behind us seals our fate and my heart drops in my chest. I stumble to my feet with a groan, fighting to keep the growing black spots across my vision from consuming me fully.

  I can’t afford to pass out now.

  A quick glance to my left shows me that Clara’s not moving, but the faint whimpers tell me she’s alive and that’s enough for now. It might sound heartless, but Clara was always the weaker of us two twins, and she isn’t as fortified against pain like I am. I’m not infallible or anything, but I can push aside the agony a bit if I need to and this moment certainly calls for it. I’ll leave Clara to endure the pain of being thrown into a stone wall for a moment while I find us a way to escape.

  I’m just thankful these bastards opted to free us from our wrist bindings, otherwise it would have made it much harder to search for a way out of here, which is step one. Step two is to get my sister on her feet and get us out of here. Step three is to flee for our lives. The next step, step four, is finding our way home.

  So, with that in mind, I rush to the door and pound my fist against the heavy wood, wincing against the flash of pain it brings to my fragile bones. The damned wood doesn’t even shake from all the force I put into and I snarl with rage. Hopeless threatens to drown me, but I beat it back with sheer will. I slam into the door again despite knowing it’s pointless and only hurting myself. I can’t leave it like this. I can’t give up. We need to escape this prison and our captor, otherwise, I fear we won’t be long for this world if we don’t get away.

  See, the Borderlands are a dangerous sort, filled with bandits, rapists, and criminals. This is a land infested with beta’s who are corrupt and broken, often those who were used up by our strongest and tossed aside like trash. Nearly a hundred years ago, they banned together and claimed the desert wasteland to the far south of Terra, a land so desolate that even the three alphas discarded it. And for the possessive bastards to relinquish any spec of land, it just goes to show just how useless and dead this plot of sand really is.

  Somehow the beta brigands flourished here though. They grew an empire of their own, led by the Seven Sinners, a Council of seven of the worst black hearted and deranged betas our world has ever seen. The stories paint them as cruel, soulless monsters who are in the business of selling anything that will fetch them a pretty penny. Even people if the price is right.

  And now it seems my sister and I are the next unlucky pair to suffer this fate.

  And what an unfortunate time to be caught. We’re still young and we haven’t even reach our hundredth year yet. That means that if we don’t get free, we have nearly four hundred years of slavery to look forward too. If this was to be our future, I’d have rather chanced a life as a breeder in the Alpha’s control. Perhaps my sister and I should have followed the summons that demanded all omegas be turned over to the High Ring instead of fleeing to the Low Ring as we did. At least then we knew what we were getting into with the alphas. Who knows where these bandits plan to take us and what they plan to do with us.

  I shudder.

  When we left our home this morning, I never thought we’d end up ensnared in a fucking net, dangling from a tall tree like prey. An hour or so later, ten masked men cut us down, bound our wrists together, and carted us off just before sundown. We walked for hours until eventually, the grass gave way to sand and the tree canopy gave way to the open sky. And still we kept walking. The muggy air was blistering hot, even with the sun safely tucked away for the night and it wasn’t long before I was coated in sweat.

  It didn’t matter how much we pleaded and begged, threatened and cursed, none of our captors had spoken a word. The lack of water burned my dry throat and my voice finally gave out after a few short hours. If not for the insignia on their shoulders, I would have been left in the dark about who’s clutches we were in, who had stolen us away, and what they had wanted. But that skull with seven arrows through its skeleton face is clear as day.

  Even those in the High Ring, far in the north, beyond the ravagers reach, knows what that symbol means. Unfortunately for my sister and myself, and all those living in the Low Ring, we are intimately familiar with the havoc and destruction that insignia brings in its wake. With the alpha in our quadrant weaker than the Mid and High Rings, we are often left to fend for ourselves against the violent ridden south and their wretched inhabitants. Our alpha has no true means to protect those of us on the outskirts of Low Ring and it’s not uncommon for women to go missing.

  But I never thought that the Seven Sinners and their minions reach could extend so far. My sister and I lived mid Low Ring, leaving plenty of distance between the savages and our home. So many times we had ventured into the forest surrounding our village and never encountered a bandit or slaver. Word had spread that their reach was expanding, but they shouldn’t have gotten so far so soon.

  It doesn’t make any sense.

  We should have been safe.

  And with no parents or family... there’s no one coming to save us. Clara and I are left to find our own way free and as omegas, well, we’re just not that strong. There’s just no way we can muscle our way through a fucking bandit camp in the Borderlands.

  I suck in a sharp breath and will myself to focus.

  It might not come to that. I’m making a lot of assumptions right now on what we might find when we get out of here. There’s no guarantee I can even find us a way out of this room before they come back for us so I need to calm down. I need to think about this logically and pounding on a locked door is not the answer, no matter how good it feels to beat at something right now.

  Exhaling a deep breath, I allow my eyes to close for a moment as the world starts
to spin. I steady myself against the door and take another deep breath in. When I open my eyes again, the blackness of my vision seems to have faded and I take that to mean I can resume my search.

  My fingers slide against the edges of the door, seeking out a lift I can use to pry open the door since there is no handle on the inside. When my search turns up empty, I kneel down and try to peer under the crack in the door. Even this turns out to be fruitless as the crack isn’t big enough to see out of. I can’t even tell if anyone is standing before the door on guard. I whip around and survey the rest of the room, biting my lip in frustration. We are completely penned in, four stone walls are blocking us in and aside from pushing against every single stone, I don’t see any viable options of escaping aside from the damn door.

  I growl and fight to control the surge of anger and bitterness that wells up.

  How dare these bastards kidnap people! What gave them the fucking right to do this to innocents, huh? It’s barbaric and cruel to sell people and enslave them. It’s wrong to enforce your will against others, especially when it does them harm. And to uproot someone from their lives for profit? To sell their bodies while their minds rebel and their souls bleed? Every single one of these bastards deserve to be strung up from their toes, beaten with a sharp sword, and have their guts turned inside out for the fucking vultures to feed on.

  My sister groans and my head snaps to her where she still lays in a crumpled heap. I rush over and flip her on her back with a soft murmur of useless platitudes, telling her that everything will be okay and that I’ll protect us as she curls into my arms with a sob.

  The pit of acid in my stomach churns and flips with each lie that spills from my mouth, but I can’t stop the words regardless. I know Clara can read through the lies I’m spewing, but she doesn’t tell me to stop. She lets me lull her into a calm state until her sobs subside and her shaking stops. I hold her tight and pray to any god that can hear me for mercy. I plead for freedom to beings I don’t even believe in because on the off chance they are real, maybe they’ll hear me and help. Because at this point, I’m willing to try anything.

  I’m even willing to sacrifice myself for her freedom if that’s what it takes. She’s too soft for this fate. She’s too sweet to survive the coming danger. At least with me, I know I can stand strong a while longer. At least I know I can put on a façade of bravery if that’s what I need to do to survive.

  Clara... well Clara wears her emotions on her sleeves and that’ll just paint a target on her back.

  Chapter 2

  Clara

  It hurts. Everything hurts and I don’t understand why. I mean, obviously it’s from when the... the bandits tossed me inside this room, but I don’t understand why us. What do they want with Cam and I? Is it because we are omegas? But the ones who marched us through the borderlands for hours were merely betas. They couldn’t bond to us even if they wanted to.

  So, what do they want?

  “What’s...What’s going to happen to us Cam?” My question is no more than a whisper. I’m terrified they will hear us, come storming in, and take us away again.

  My sister shakes her head, her face set in stone as she bites out, “I don’t know.”

  She’s always been the strong one and I’m glad she’s here with me. Tears flood my eyes again at the last thought and I suddenly feel so horrible for needing my sister with me. I should be wishing for her to be away from this place, safe and sound at home, not suffering with me. It’s selfish of me to need her presence when it could mean she gets hurt in the end because that’s what will happen. Cam will put herself first. She’ll take the hits or the blows if it keeps me safe.

  She always has and always will.

  What kind of person does that make me that I accept that as the truth? What kind of person does that make me when I don’t try to stop her from sacrificing herself for me? I should stand up for myself and fight my own battles now that we’re nearly twenty-eight. I know this. I do, truly. But it’s been a habit for so long that I can’t seem to fight it anymore. I don’t want to fight it because there’s a peace in knowing I’ll be safe as long as my sister is there.

  “Cam...?” I hesitate.

  Her brown eyes, framed between her blond hair, pierce my prettier green ones. “Yes?”

  I lick my cracked lips and wince at the roughness against my dry tongue before I say, “I’m scared.”

  She sighs and pulls me tighter in her arms. “I know. I know Clara, but it will be okay. You’ll see.”

  I don’t see it, but I don’t bother saying so. I feel a flare of anger at her lies and I bat the emotion down. Cam is trying to help me stay calm. And while I know there’s no reason for me to get upset over it, I don’t like that she’s lying to me. It makes me wonder what else she’s lied about in the past. It leaves me feeling unsettled and I don’t like it, but now isn’t the time. She needs to find a way for us to escape before I can give her a tongue lashing.

  “Cam, we need to get out of this room.”

  “I’ve looked and the door won’t open,” she says simply, but I know we just need to try harder so I say as much. “Aside from trying to bash the door down, there isn’t anything left to do but wait for them to come back Clara.”

  “But–”

  “However,” Cam cuts me off, “when they do arrive, I can fight them off and try to give us a moment to escape.”

  Oh.

  I smile softly at her and finally hug her back as I say, “Okay.”

  She looks pained for a moment before the look is gone and buried. Just as I open my mouth to ask her what’s wrong, the door slams open with a loud bang. My scream is sudden and loud and the answering laughs are cruel and mocking. I bury my face into Cam’s chest even as she pulls me to stand up.

  “What do you bastards want?” My sister barks out savagely. The growl at the tail end of her question is quite fierce for an omega and I’m a little jealous that she can make a sound like that when I can’t.

  Cam tries to push me off and push me behind her but I refuse to let her go. She murmurs under her breath at me to let go, but I don’t listen. I can’t let her leave me; I won’t let her. I need her because even though I can’t see the males’ faces from where they stand in the doorway with the moon lighting them up from behind, casting their bodies in shadows, I can feel it. I feel their gaze across my skin like dozens of tiny ants biting into my flesh.

  I shudder and squeeze Cam even tighter.

  A light flares to life behind the bandits, casting them in an ominous shadow, growing darker the closer and brighter the light gets, until finally, the group of bandits move away from the doorway. Before I can even think to flee into the night, four tall males step inside the room. They spread out before us, crowding in as they press their torches in close to our faces, trying to get a good look.

  I glance away as the bright lights blind me and shuffle behind Cam to hide. The feel of these four newcomers makes me leery. There’s a sort of intensity to them, a pressure almost, and it makes my knees weak and trembly.

  “Well, well, boys,” one states, his voice like gravel. “You caught a wonderful bounty indeed.”

  The shadows creep closer, their steps loud in the silence of the still night, and their lights are blazing bright that penetrate through my closed eyes and I whimper.

  I want to go home.

  Chapter 3

  I fight my own whimper at the sight of these four males. I can’t make out their expression or even their appearance with the torches blazing over my head, but a sinking feeling works its way into my chest with every passing second I spend in their presence. Something isn’t right here but I can’t put my finger on what’s unnerving me so badly.

  I don’t like it.

  The arrival of these four makes me even more nervous than before. I figured the bastards who stole us would sell us at first light maybe, not right away. Not right now. I don’t know what this means for my sister and myself. I do know I don’t like that male’s comment a
bout the wonderful bounty they caught.

  “Here’s your pay.” The rustling of coins precedes the words of another male. “Now get.”

  The bark of a command has me freezing in place.

  An alpha?

  No. I shake my head. That can’t be right.

  Why would an alpha come out to the Borderlands for a trade? Everyone knows that all the brigands beyond the border trade and sell amongst themselves, otherwise they risk death if they cross beyond the Upper Rings where the three alphas rule. And everyone knows that no sane alpha would venture beyond the border to the desert when they have the riches of the Upper Rings to see them through a long and wealthy life. To willingly live in the Borderlands as an alpha was just plain stupid, and to visit?

  Even worse.

  The betas in the Borderlands created their little criminal kingdom to rid themselves of an alphas rule. Any bandit will follow the Seven’s rules to the letter and kill an alpha on sight. They have to. So that begs the question, why are these beta’s allowing an alpha to step foot on the sand for trade?

  “Now that that’s been resolved,” another male says after the beta bandits take off, their footsteps loud in the quiet night, “it’s time to pack up our newly acquired purchases and head home.”

  I snarl, teeth bared in a savage display at his words. I’m not stupid, I know he’s referring to my sister and I and I won’t stand for it. We aren’t cattle and we aren’t objects to be sold.

  “Oh, looks like we have a fighter on our hands.”

  They laugh and my fingers curl into fists as I fight with the desire to punch them all in the nuts and flee. I won’t get anywhere with four of them and I can’t leave my sister defenseless when they subdue me.

  Without warning, a hand latches onto my wrist and yanks me forward. I stumble into a hard rumbling chest and I lash out without thought. My nails score down the males naked chest and he growls low in his throat. The male crouches down and wraps his arm over the back of my knees as I flail and fight. His shoulder smashes into my gut as he stands up and tosses me over his shoulder.