I lunged, aiming for his legs. A hand tangled in my hair and ripped me back before I reached him. I landed on my side. Rafe stared down at me, calm and collected like he’d swatted a fly to the side. My lip tried to wobble, but I forced my mouth into a sneer. The way he stared at me made me want to crawl into my skin and hide forever.
“She’s not being very obedient.” The blond one snickered again, and my God, I wished to tear him open. I dropped my eyes, exhaling sharply.
“Up.” This was the first word I’d heard from Rafe. His voice was raspy and deep.
Rafe raised an eyebrow, studying me dispassionately.
Patience. I gritted my teeth, kicked off the heels, and climbed to my feet. I kept my head held high and marched to the door where the third male waited.
“She’s not what we expected, huh?” Blondie said from behind me, speaking to Rafe. “Can you smell the pheromones coming off her Scent Gland? She’s a needy thing. Maybe I’ll put her out of her misery and fuck her later if you want to watch.”
I ground my teeth like I could cage the scream behind my teeth. And my body? My body betrayed me as soon as I envisioned his words. Him fucking me as Rafe watched tempted me more than I wished to admit.
But the way they spoke, as if I were insignificant, was a blow to my heart.
Father would always order me away, never talking about anything important when he knew I was around.
Buttheydidn’t even bother trying to hide it. I meant that little to my Scent Matches. I brushed against the third Alpha. This close, I had a better look at his features. From the hard set of his thin lips, a beauty mark on the crest of his sharp cheekbones, to the slim high bridge of his nose. Indents dipped on the sides of his nose like he’d recently removed glasses. He was classically handsome, but beneath the expressionless control, energy rippled.
Green eyes, a shade darker than Blondie’s, studied my face before turning away like he wasn’t impressed.
My heart stalled, but I yanked myself around to face the hall exit. A couch faced the door, and to my left was a huge television mounted on the wall. Hallways stretched in opposite directions past the entrance I stood in. Slowly fading sunlight from a window spilled light across what I could see of the tile to the left of the hall entrance.
Their scent was everywhere.
I stepped forward on shaky legs, unable to keep myself from inhaling the coffee smell coating every surface.
This was hell. I’d died on the flight over and had been plopped directly in hell.
“Show her where she’s staying and make sure she can’t run off, Cade,” the classically handsome one said.
Blondie grabbed my arm and said, “Gladly.”So he was Cade.
I stumbled after him, able to keep my balance now that I’d tossed my heels. He half-dragged me up the three steps leading into the hall on the right and opened the first door. Dark brown accents decorated the bedroom. The comforter, the lampshade, and the curtains. He didn’t stop though. Cade went across the room, passed a closed door, and opened the next which had two locks.
He flipped open the latch lock and shoved me inside. I stumbled, my foot catching on the carpet. I staggered and managed to right myself.
“Be a good girl,” he said and slammed the door shut, leaving me in darkness.
There was the click and drag of the locks sliding into place. I bolted forward until my hands connected with the wall. My fingers glided along a switch, and I flipped it. The light came on, allowing me to see the doorknob. I flew to it and grabbed it, jiggling it like my life depended on it. Even though I knew there was no point.
I let it go and pressed my back to the door, taking in the small space. Other than an upholstered foot rest pushed up against the furthest wall that looked uncomfortable, it was an empty closet.
The split in my dress parted, and I yanked it to cover my cold legs. I hugged my torso, rubbing my bare arms.
Father had made sure I’d been dressed nicely, hair done, makeup done, but the Ironwyld Alphas didn’t give a fuck.
So why purchase an Omega?
Was it simply because they could do what they wished with me? I wasn’t in the Omega Registry . . . that didn’t exist in Mexico. Was that the reason?
If that wasn’t the case, then why?
I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. Whatever the case may be, I knew in my bones it wasn’t good. I could end this farce, tell them I was their Scent Match . . . but what if they locked me up for good because of that? I shivered. No, I’d hold on to the information and find a way to free myself.
After that, I’d find peace, and somehow, I’d figure out how to survive without them.
I rubbed my arms, trying to soothe the need crawling through my skin. The same need that would only worsen with each moment I was surrounded by my Alphas.
