Used.
What do I do?
I have nothing to run or hide from anymore. It’s like when one makes a fatal error and cannot process it,convincedthere’s an alternative. As if I can wipe away what happened.
“Food will be brought. You will eat,” he says, voice like a military verdict. “And then we leave forthe Iron Castle.”
“You had your fun,” I say under my breath. “Give mesomedignity and let me go home.” There’s hardly an inflection in my voice as I blankly stare at the wall.
He stalks closer, the click of his boots a sound I’ll never stop hating. He’s fully military, fully biker. I try to ignore how I know every inch of his cock and balls, of his thighs, arms, back, chest…
Just like all the other road dolls.
I stand, covering my body, andgrowlat him. “How do you live with yourself? You just stole my ability to have a happy life. You’re amonster.”
His eyes flicker with something—sarcasm? Frustration? I don’t care. “Yes, because I have plans to lock you in a closet and feed you crumbs for the rest of your life,” he chastises. “And there’s no point covering yourself up. It’s alreadyquitememorized.”
An annoying, high-pitched sound escapes as my suppressed scream comes out like a squeal. “Youusedme!”
His eyes flash with something dangerous, or maybe even annoyance. “Should I have left you in here? Where other alphas knew about you? The minute you started reeking ofheat,you needed to be paired with an alpha.” That low, rumbling voice turns grating. “Those engagers they gave you meant estrous was coming one way or another, and suppressants just piss off the body if you mix those two. It would have been hell for you.”
“Could have left me in that cabin at Trinity andthentaken me.”
His nostrils flare, those unnaturally pale eyes deadening their emotions before he sharply turns his head, wiping at his face as if to pull away and bury the words hewantsto use. “And the men that followed that alpha I killed for you, which you’re welcome by the way, would come sniffing around. He was not alone.”
If that’s true, then fuck this asshole for beingright. “Andwhen exactly did I shower?” I fist my hair with one hand to look at it.
“I bathed you.”
I blink. That answer lands strangely, some vague memory of it on the tip of my mind. “Why?”
He shrugs. “I didn’t like the idea ofyoucleaning off my scent.”
A shiver ripples through so gently that I can probably pretend like it didn’t happen, because I can’t believe that it made me feelsomething. That shouldn’t make my stomach knot like this. Shouldn’t feel like he just reached in and rewired something vital by fucking me in my heat, and saying things that make me feel like I’mchosen. “You have issues.”
“I’m an alpha, sweetheart. It comes with the territory.”
A scream rips out of me as I grab my dress and underwear from Trinity, only for him to growl in disapproval. “I’m not going to walk around naked,” I remark.
“Obviously,” he replies, voice dry. “But you’re not putting on anything soaked in heat, either.”
I don’t disagree, actually. “Well, I need to change.”
“They’re bringing you new clothes.”
I drop onto the edge of the bed, fists clenched in my lap as I make sure the blanket is properly wrapped around me still. The mattress reeks of us, of sex, of heat, and claiming.
A knock precedes the door creaking open just long enough for Kitty to slide in a tray of food and a stack of folded clothes. No eye contact. No words. I want to reject the food on principle alone, but fuck him. I deserve to eat and be fueled. I grab the clothes first and change in the bathroom, sliding on underwear, black pants, and a black button-up. No bra. It’s nothing I usually wear, and the pants are a little big, but it gets the job done.
When I exit, Judge looks me over, almost like he doesn’t approve of the wardrobe. Well, good. Maybe I’ll sleep in these, too.
I’ve never felt so aggressive as I do with him in this room, probably motivated by the fact that it’s pissing me off that I like the way he smells so much. I grab a plate of eggs, potatoes, and bacon to eat at the table, taking out my anger on the chair and utensils with how harshly I handle them. “Nowtalk. What the hell are your plans with me?”
He looks like he can’t decide what he wants to say or reveal, just watching with that calculated expression he had in New Bunker. “I feel like that’s already been made obvious. You’re coming to Dominion.”
My heart races, my stomach confused from queasy to ravenous. I swipe my tongue across my teeth. “Yes, but what about once I get there?” I sharply ask.
He actually looks offended and rises to his feet, nearing me to place his hands on the table, leaning over. “You’ll live with the other omegas and adjust?—”
