The other alphas returned with the groceries and I got to work learning how to use the stove (only two burners worked) and putting everything away in the cupboards and fridge. I wasn't sure how much money this pack had, but I'd been told packs had to have a certain amount of money in order to get an omega from the center. Surely, they'd checked them out. But why did they live in such a dump if they had money?
When dinner was ready, I served them at the table. There were only four chairs, so I went back to the kitchen to eat, only to be called back by Josh. "You can get under the table while we eat," he told me.
"Excuse me?"
"Under the table, now." Mark barked.
I dropped to my knees and crawled under the table, barely fitting between all their knees. I was completely confused until Josh unzipped. That's when it hit me. They didn't care if I ate or not, they just wanted all day pleasure.
I could do it. Taking a deep breath and immediately regretting it, I moved between his legs, hearing other zippers coming down around me. They all wanted attention.
My classes on pleasing your alphas had included multiple alpha scenarios, so I put my skills to work and had them all finishing before dessert. Then I crawled out from under the table, cleared the plates, got their dessert and quickly ate my own food in the kitchen, even though I wasn't very hungry anymore.
After dinner, the men watched sports in the living room, drinking beers and shouting at the screen. I stayed in the kitchen, washing the dishes and drying them, then putting them all away. I swept and mopped the floor and listened to them as they got drunker in front of the television. The shouting was putting me on edge, memories of tasers seared into my brain, but finally I escaped to the bathroom to wash up for the night. I still wore my uniform from the center, since they hadn't given me any clothes. A quick search of the bedroom showed that the closets and dresser contained only men's clothing.
"Looking for something?" Bronson stood in the doorway, staring at me with grey eyes filled with disdain.
"Just checking for clothes . . . I don't have anything to wear."
"You can go naked. Easier for all of us."
"But if we leave the house," I said, my heart in my throat.
"We didn't buy you to show you off. You belong in the house, serving us in every way possible. Don't like it, we can ship you back to the heat dens." He shrugged and dragged his eyes down my body. "In fact, take that outfit off now. You might as well get used to it."
Holding back tears, I pulled off my clothes under his watchful eye and handed them to the burly man in front of me.
Bronson smirked and left the room. A minute later, I heard the front door open and when I went to the window, I saw that he was stuffing my clothes into the burner barrel. Dumping something on them, he lit a match and tossed it in. Just like that, any remaining hope I'd had that this would be a decent pack was gone.
Chapter 7
Pack Parker
Liora
The days turned to weeks, then to months. The check in from the center never appeared and I assumed the alphas had simply paid someone to look the other way. They wouldn't be approved to keep me in this run-down shack.
They did seem to have some kind of money. Their truck wasn't the only vehicle they had and they always bought good food for themselves. Over time, I learned that the four of them owned a gym in town. That gave them plenty of free time so one of them was always home with me in the early days. Once they figured I wouldn't take off on them, they brought home a collar and put it around my neck.
"What is this?" I asked, terrified they were going to shock me.
"It's a tracking collar. It will alert us if you take it off or if you go out of bounds. Stay in the house and we won't have issues," Mark warned.
I just nodded, swallowing against the rough fabric of the collar, hating how it felt against the delicate skin of my throat. The collar partially hid my old bonding bites, which Mark hated to look at. Despite this, he and all the others refused to bite me. I wasn't sure why, but I was grateful that they didn't. I had no desire to feel even more alphas in my head and particularly not these ones.
The first day I was alone in the house, I slipped a shirt out of the bottom of one of the drawers and pulled it on, relishing being dressed, however skimpily again. The shirt stayed on until late afternoon when I took it off, rolled it up and pushed it to the back of the cleaning closet. When the men got home, I was naked, trying to avoid being spattered by hot grease as I fried potatoes to go with their steak dinner.
"See, told you she'd stay put," Bronson smirked. He was sweaty and smelled even stronger tonight when he crowded up behind me, humping my ass and gripping my breasts as I flipped the potatoes.
The first week, he'd slapped me for pulling away from him, so I knew better than to try and stop him. Instead, I turned the heat off and moved to the side with him so he could bend me over the counter. The others followed him until I was a sticky mess, then they went to shower so I could finish up their dinner and serve it to them. I took my place under the table on my knees, waiting for whatever scraps they might hand me. It had quickly been established that I wasn't permitted to eat their food, only the bits and pieces they gave me.
Some nights, I got nothing, some nights, like tonight, they were feeling generous. Fingers fed me chunks of gristle and fatthat I forced myself to swallow down, knowing there might not be anything tomorrow.
Once dinner was finished and I'd washed the dishes, they expected me to come into the living room and sit on someone's lap until he was finished with me. Then it was on to the next or off to bed in what they still called the nest. There were no blankets there, so I shivered all night, while the alphas sprawled in sweatpants and sweatshirts, comfortable as could be.
I'd been there for four months when they started to use force on me. Apart from Bronson's slap that first week, they'd never hit me. They were rough during sex, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.
On this particular weekend, I was dragging. My heat was coming on, my first since arriving in the house and the heat had me sweating. I managed to get through my morning chores, but by afternoon, the heat flushed my body and I needed some relief. Leaving their dinner on the table, I muttered an excuse and ran to the bathroom to stand under the cold water in the shower.
