My cell isn’t close enough to the others that I can see what’s going on, but I hear everything.
I hear fuckingeverythingthese bastards are doing to the omegas in here, and it makes me want to murder every single one of them and burn this place to the ground.
“You know, when I hired you to bring five-seven-six back to me, I thought I was very clear on the terms,” he says, his breath rank and hot as he leans into my space. My fingers dig into his skin as I try to pull him off of me, my legs kicking out to try and push him away, but it’s no use. He’s smaller than your average alpha. His scent is like dirty socks, I swear, and it makes me want to throw up.
“Yeah, well, maybe you need to re-check those terms, because I’m pretty sure—”
He snarls in my face as he snaps at the other alphas, “Bring in the omega.”
My body freezes. What?
No, they can’t mean—
The bars open, and I hear her whines before I see her. They are soft, sad, and full of pain. I glance to the right, seeing her tiny frame huddled on the floor, shaking. The scent of daisies and linen fills the air, and I watch as one of the alphas kicks her forward, and I fight the commander some more.
“Don’t you fucking touch her, you asshole!” I say, my alpha instincts kicking in. She’s not my omega, but it’s not lost on me how much she resembles Auryn. That small frame, long, messy dark hair. She looks up at me with glassy eyes, and I see the scars along her neck, down her arms. I refrain from looking at her breasts, because it feels more than wrong. But the alphas don’t seem to care as the commander throws me onto the floor, and his other alphas descend on me. They rip at my clothes—or what’s left of them that haven’t been torn to shreds or bloodied. I fight them as hard as I can, but I’m starting to feel the exhaustion. I don’t know how long I’ve been here, how long I’ve been fighting.
My mind wanders to Auryn and my pack. Diego…
When I’d gotten inside, I followed his scream. They’d practically beaten him to within an inch of his life before they’d shot him, and all I could see was red.
I don’t remember much, save for the scent of blood and the feel of a collapsed neck beneath my hands. I vaguely remember shoving Diego out the door, making sure I had enough of the Orions’ attention that he could escape if he channeled his adrenaline. And thankfully, with our hyper-healing factor, if he got to Gage, if he got to Olly, he would have more than a fighting chance.
And that was enough for me.
He’d make it. He had to…
Otherwise, I was fucking doomed.
But even if I am only buying time until my inevitable demise, at least my sacrifice won’t have been for nothing.
The pack can stand to lose me. I’m not Gage, I don’t command the unit. I’m not Diego, who is the heart of our pack with his smooth operator voice and warmth.
And I’m certainly not Olly. I don’t think I have even a third of Olly’s smarts, clearly. He’d never go into a building half-cocked without a plan. That man would have the exits and the unforeseen tunnels figured out before he even set foot in a building armed with assholes.
If I get out of here alive, I’ll have to start looking at maybe trying to prepare a little better.
I think better on my feet than the others, but that doesn’t always come out in my favor. Like now.
I round my shoulders and push off an alpha only for another to wrap their arms in mine and hold me back. It takes two of them to do it. I try to fight them, but it’s no use. The third grabs the omega in front of me with one hand, while trying to free his cock with the other, and I growl. Loud and angry. The threat is not lost.
I note as he whips it out, it looks…fucked up. Not in a good way, either. Not that I want to be looking at another asshole’s dick, especially in these circumstances, but it’s hard not to stare at how plain and small it is. There’s no ring, either, which is weird.
Alphas are supposed to have a ring for their knot to inflate. Right?
“Put your dick away, soldier,” the big commander says apathetically.
“But boss, I need to—”
“I said put it away,” he growls in response, and his voice echoes in the chamber.
“Yes, Sneed,” the alpha says, tucking his weird-looking cock back inside.
“I want to see what the omega does when presented with a viable alpha.”
Viable.
It’s the way he says the word that makes my skin crawl.
