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  Defiant Girl

  Sam Hall

  Contents

  Stalk me!

  Author Note

  What the hell is omegaverse?

  Trigger Warning

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Epilogue

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

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  Acknowledgments

  Stalk me!

  Defiant Girl

  Defiant Girl © Sam Hall 2022

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except for in the case of brief quotations for the use in critical articles or reviews.

  Cover art and design by MiblArt

  The characters and events depicted in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

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  Author Note

  This book is written in Australian English, which is a weird lovechild of British and American English. We tend to spell things the way the Brits do (expect a lot more u’s), yet also use American slang and swear more than both combined.

  While many people have gone over this book, trying to find all the typos and other mistakes, they just keep on popping up like bloody rabbits. If you spot one, don’t report it to Amazon, drop me an email at the below address so I can fix the issue.

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  What the hell is omegaverse?

  Omegaverse is a term I think that comes from fanfic, but from my reading, involves people with animalistic instincts but more often than not, are not shifters (though some do). There are some notes below for those new to this genre, but please be aware, each author approaches this their own way.

  This book takes place in an alternate Earth, where everything is the same (technology, media, popular culture) but people are either betas, alphas or omegas.

  Designations

  Alpha: bigger, powerful and in many author’s books, only male. A stereotype of all that is masculine. They are often faster, smarter, more charismatic, uncompromising and can be alpha-holes. Their animalistic instincts often involve aggressively defending what’s theirs, the kind of jostling/fighting male animals do before mating, consciously or unconsciously using their gifts to sway others and basically getting what they want. May have a knot (bulbous swelling somewhere on his dick that ‘locks’ inside the omega when mating). Has sharper than normal canine teeth. When an alpha bites an omega, they are now a mated pair with an unbreakable bond.

  Beta: Basically your garden variety human, like we are now. Can be rational, but not always. Tends to get ahead through hard work and dedication.

  Omega: can be much smaller, weaker, less muscle tone, softer: a stereotype of what is feminine, but not necessarily female. Tends to feel an instinctual need to submit to an alpha, especially when coming into heat, a period of very intense sexual arousal. Can emit much more plentiful vaginal fluids (slick) to ease an alpha’s knot. Likes to build nests that settle them when their instincts are highly charged during a heat. Can bite and claim an alpha, but tends to be seen as an alpha thing to do.

  When you are around seventeen or eighteen, you will ‘reveal’, waking up and realising what your designation is.

  Trigger Warning

  Potential triggers:

  This contains mentions of emotional states somewhat like gender dysphoria.

  A character is drugged and assaulted, but not sexually assaulted in Chapter 28 but it is not covered in a lot of detail.

  The book deals with queer identity, exploring that, discovering who you are, rather than just sitting in the box society gives you, which may push some buttons for people.

  Chapter 1

  “Fucking Theo!”

  I stood in Len’s bathroom, in front of his mirror, the harsh fluorescent light above it bleaching my skin deathly pale. Or was that just me? I ruffled through the plastic bags of purchases we’d picked up on the way home, pulling out the foundation compact I’d bought, and pulled off the wrapper. My alpha’s first present to me. I frowned slightly, then saw the crease in my brow and stopped on reflex.

  I’d been told over and over not to wrinkle my forehead, but as I observed Tris pace back and forth behind me, raging at my brother, I realised those rules didn’t apply to me anymore. I looked back at my reflection, at Tris’, then at James’, who was trying to calm my omega down. At Len’s, who watched me work with a kind of enduring, endless hunger that made my little heart preen, and then there was Jackson.

  “Working out that the cage is gone?” the beta asked, sidling up to the mirror. “You can frown all you like now, Kit.”

  “Yes,” I replied, staring at my reflection, then his. “Yes, I can.”

  For a moment, I just studied it, studied us, the ways we all fit together, and the ways we were yet to work out how to, and then went still as I watched James hold out a hand for Tristan.

  “Come here, omega,” James said, his voice cool and vibrating with command. Tris balked at that, jerking back like a wild horse first feeling the rope, but James remained where he was, his focus entirely on Tris. His hand, with those long, sensitive fingers, he offered them to my omega. “You’re hurting, and I can feel your pain. I’m offering you comfort. No more than that.”

  Tristan uncoiled like a snake, all hidden power, his gaze unbroken as he slowly came forward. Now I was holding my bloody breath. He moved like a terrible god, glaring down at us mere mortals and wondering how we dared stare back, but he took one step, then another. His hand slapped down into James’, hard enough to sting, and the alpha didn’t flinch, using his larger body to jerk Tris off of his feet and into his arms.

  Jackson’s hand went around my wrist, collaring it gently when I went to move forward. It was just a reminder, a means to bring me back to the moment and remember. We had made a commitment, to each other, to the idea of being together, so that meant allowing others to soothe my omega.

  I caught the moment Tris’ eyes went wide, his hands landing on James’ broad chest to stop himself from being brought too close, but James was never going to force him. Then, very slowly, he pressed his nose into my omega’s neck.

  My muscles tensed, and I felt the need to move, to push myself between them, to reclaim Tristan and to… James’ eyes rolled my way for just a second, winking at me before turning to Tristan.

  “This isn’t what you anticipated,” James said in a soft voice, almost speaking into Tris’ ear. “It threatens your plans. He threatens you.”
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  That was when I saw it—something I hadn’t expected to see at all. Tris stiffened as James’ hand passed down the broad expanse of my omega’s back, but that wasn’t it. Everyone wanted to touch Tris, everyone, but it was the uncoiling of his body that I hadn’t been prepared for. He softened against James, let his body mould against the alpha’s, then lay his head on James’ chest.

  “He…” Tris bit off, but it wouldn’t come out, whatever it was. He tensed in response, but James kept slowly stroking my omega’s back, and Jackson nodded. “He thought I was his.”

  “What?” I snapped.

  Jackson tried to hold me back then, probably to create space for Tris, but I shook him off.

  “He used to come for me at the academy, try to lure me out with expensive presents and fancy outings,” Tris continued.

  I walked around the bathroom so I could see his face, but Tris wouldn’t meet my eyes. His remained resolutely closed as he spoke his truth into James’ chest.

  “I refused him most of the time. I told him over and over that I didn’t want him, that I didn’t give a shit about what his father had planned. That I wasn’t the omega for him. He persisted, of course he did—your dad had it all sorted out.”

  I flinched when Tris’ eyes opened finally, just a crack of emerald staring at me.

  “And sometimes I went with him.”

  I moved closer and closer still, placing my hand above James’, feeling the fine thrum of tension inside Tris.

  “I was bored, locked up in the academy with nothing to do. They do that deliberately once you complete the finishing school part. It’s designed to drive you nuts, put an unconscious pressure on you to find an alpha, any alpha, anything rather than the endless holding pattern you’re left in at the academy.”

  He sighed.

  “Did he…?” I swallowed hard and was forced to face a terrible truth.

  When it was Jackson or Len or James, I could accept that. I could accept them touching my omega for the same reason Tris accepted it for me. We both knew we needed more than the other could provide, that being with someone else would fulfil us in ways we couldn’t live without, and when you love someone, really love someone, you can’t see them go without. But my fucking brother… I thought of him, trussed up and taking on all comers in Apothecary, doing far more to ruin the Greyson name than I was about to.

  “Did Theo touch you?”

  “He tried to,” Tris said, going to pull away, but James held him where he was with very little effort and I watched my omega’s eyes slide closed again as James stroked the hair at his nape. “Just little things, trying to take my hand and the like, but I fobbed him off.” His blind smile, when it came, was harsh and brittle. “He didn’t try that hard, considering. Just enough to make me feel powerless.”

  “Tristan,” James said, jerking his hands away as he realised what he’d just done. “Is this OK?”

  “Yeah, it’s not the same.” Tris’ eyes flicked open, and he regarded the alpha with a heavily lidded gaze. “You didn’t force this. I can pull away, walk off.”

  “I wish you wouldn’t,” James said, his voice stiff with meaning.

  “Yeah.” There was my wild boy, his grin becoming feral. “I can feel that.”

  “That’s not what I meant,” James replied, ready to pull away, but Tris stopped him. His hand slid up the back of James’ neck, holding him there, and it felt like the world stood still as the two of them stared at each other. I hated it and I loved it as I watched my omega move slowly, so slowly, until his mouth hovered just over James’.

  “You won’t wine and dine me because your daddy wants it. You don’t want me because your family thinks I’m the means to make you a proper alpha. You won’t touch me out of obligation and expectation and frustration and lies.” Tris’ voice started out soft and then became a vicious whip. “You just want me for me.”

  “So fucking much…” James hissed, then his eyes flicked to me. “Both of you. If you knew how fucking much I’ve longed—”

  I could almost taste James as Tris pressed his lips to the alpha’s, though it was just a simple, almost chaste kiss, with no tongue, no rough exploration, if you discounted the fine tremor passing through both of them. James seemed to sense that he would need to let Tris control the pace, right up until the point he didn’t want to anymore. I only let out a breath when they finally pulled apart.

  “I like that,” Tris said. “Longing. You know what it’s like—that sweet pain you just crave more of.”

  “I’ve become well acquainted with that, yes,” James replied, some of that showing on his face as Tris slipped free of him. James’ fingers lingered, but he seemed to know that holding Tris when he didn’t want to be held would…well, make him just like my fucking brother.

  “Tris, I—” I began to say.

  He put his fingers over my mouth and shook his head, staring down at me with eyes burning bright green.

  “Fuck him, fuck Theo, and fuck his bullshit. We’re done with that now. You’re free, Kit. You’re Katherine Rafferty now, not Greyson.” I blinked when I realised that was true, and Tris smiled as a result. “And we’re going to go to one last Greyson family dinner.”

  “We don’t have to do that,” I said. “Len and I do, but—”

  “Oh no, you think I’m gonna miss out on seeing those pompous fucks’ faces fall when they realised their golden goose has flown the coop?”

  It was hard to hear Tristan’s words when his hands were stroking the sides of my face and his body was pressed against mine.

  “I want to see it,” he hissed in my ear, softening that with kisses down my neck, making me squirm against him. “I want to see every fucking change in their expression as all of their dreams go up in flames, but most of all…” He spun me around, herded me over to where the mirror was and slapped my hands down on the bathroom vanity, letting me know that’s where they needed to stay. “I want you to do it with my cum running down your leg.”

  “Tris…” I gasped out, feeling desire and need flame up, burning everything else away.

  He was doing this deliberately, my omega, playing his tricksy little games to deflect attention from something, but I wouldn’t get to find out what, not until he was ready. Tris’ hands slid up my thighs, dislodging Len’s T-shirt he’d lent me, before pulling it up and over my head. I was naked, trembling, an omega in a room full of alphas and betas, because there was nothing omega in Tris right now. His eyes burned into the mirror, meeting mine before that crooked smile of his emerged. We all watched the reflection as his hand reached out to pluck at my nipple.

  “No touching, boys,” he said over his shoulder as my hips went back, as I ground them into his hardness. “But you’re welcome to watch. My omega, she likes it when you observe her coming apart.”

  A chorus of growls came at that, the three of them dark shapes in the mirror as they came in, wanting a closer look.

  “Knee up on the counter now, Kit. Good girl…” I preened under his praise, the soft voice at odds with the lewd position he’d put me in. “Oh, omega…” He pulled away from me, and I watched his eyes sink down. “You’re completely split open.”

  “For you,” I panted.

  “Good answer,” he said, right as he sank down to his knees.

  Chapter 2

  Tris’ lips burned as they touched my sensitive skin, that was how much I needed him. I was already keening when I felt the first flick of his tongue, something that only deepened when his fingers dug into my hips.

  “You need me?” he asked, and did the others hear the thread of vulnerability there?

  “More than anything, Tris,” I said to my reflection in the mirror.

  “Good, because I need you.”

  And by need, he meant devour, because that was what he did. He buried his mouth, his nose, his tongue inside me, making me whimper, then pant out my pleasure in rapid succession. He couldn’t be sweet or gentle about this, and I liked that, liked the frantic suck of his lips, like
d the hard shove of his fingers, the way he sawed them in and out of me, faster and faster. Mostly, I liked it when he stood up, messy faced and with mussed hair, staring into the mirror at me. The light bleached him so, so pale, he looked like an angel, one that had well and truly lost his wings.

  “Is this…?” I hated hesitancy in him at any time, but especially now. I watched him stroke his rigid cock. “Am I gonna be enough?”

  We couldn’t perpetuate the lies anymore, but that was OK. The truth was going to set us free.

  “I’m an omega. I want to be knotted sometimes. I want to be held like I’m precious and have a big fat knot worked slowly but surely up inside me.” Low growls at that, James and Len moving closer. “But I don’t want it all the time. I’ve never wanted it all the time, and now…” I turned to look at my alpha, Len, who had come to settle beside the mirror, his blue eyes blazing as he took us in. “Knowing I can have it whenever I want seems to have settled something inside me.” I blinked, seeing but not seeing our reflections. “I have what I need now.”