It’s been one of the biggest decisions I’ve struggled with.
I’m proud to be an omega. I love it. Every part of it. That's why I hate the idea of taking anything that can affect how my body works. It’s biology, it’s how it’s meant to be.
I hate drugs of any kind, and refuse to put them in my body. But not taking them leaves me at risk of being put into vulnerable situations.
Without them, my omega instincts control me more than I want them to. They’ve gotten me into trouble in the past.
With power, comes powerful men. Men who want what they want, when they want it and they don’t care how they get it.
Something I’ve had the unfortunate chance to experience first hand.
It’s the main reason why I’ve distanced myself from the life I grew up in and moved away.
“I’m not little.” I grunt. I’m six feet, and I have some muscle to me. Nothing crazy but I can hold my own.
“No, you are not, are you?” He purrs and I grit my teeth.
I should have just stayed home. So much for blending in.
“Let’s have a dance.”
“No thank you,” I say, taking a step away from him. I don’t have time to waste and I sure as hell don’t want to dance with anyone here.
He grabs my arm roughly, yanking me hard enough to stumble backwards.
My guard goes up and I’m about to put this alpha in his place when he does the one thing I dread.
“It wasn’t a choice.” He growls menacingly in my ear. “Dance with me, Beckham. Now.”
Ice fills my veins as dread takes over me. How the fuck does he know my name?
His alpha bark seeps into my bones, forcing me to obey his command.
Tears sting the back of my eyes as I kick myself for allowing this to happen, for putting myself in this situation.
I wasn’t thinking clearly. All I was thinking about was getting answers.
Like a damn fucking robot, my body moves without much thought as he pulls me into the sea of bodies.
“You have a lot of nerve to show up here,” he says, turning around to face me. We’re the same height, so we’re eye to eye.
“Who are you?” I shout over the sounds around us.
He gives me a vicious little smile. “You don’t get to ask questions in my house.”
His house? Fuck, so this is Rickie? Guess I don’t have to worry about finding a way to get close without getting caught. The universe had other plans for me.
His hands go to my waist, gripping hard enough to make me wince as he yanks my hips forward. Bile rises in my throat and I have to swallow it down when I feel the press of his erection against my flaccid cock. Any traces of attraction I might have had to this man beforehand are now long gone.
“Now let me ask a question.” He leans in and my heart starts to race faster. I don’t want to feel fear, I’m stronger than this, but it’s hard when I've literally thrown myself into the belly of the lion without even knowing it. “What are you doing in my club?” I go to open my mouth but he continues to speak. “Think wisely, Beckham. Lie to me, and you will regret it.”
Fuck!
How can I be so fucking stupid by coming here? This is another reason why I’ve stepped away from my family life. I’m too damn eager to save the fucking world, I never stop to think.
And this might be one of the times it gets me killed.
I either lie, and piss him off, or risk telling the truth.
