She looks up at me with teary eyes, and I struggle, because the moment the rush of daisies hits me, I panic. She settles on all fours, looking at me with interest, and I can practically smell the arousal from feet away.
No. No, no, no…
I thrash in the alphas grasp and kick out, scrambling to the corner of the cage. They descend on me, trying to pull me back, and I push. I bite, I claw at them, but it’s no use.
They hold me against the bars as she stalks up to me. The desire to purr is strong. It’s instinct.
She’s an omega, and I’m an alpha.
But she’s not my omega, and I can’t begin to fathom the idea of purring for anyone but Auryn.
Her small hand touches my chest, and she whines. I force my face away, bringing my leg up to kick her away. She cries, falling back on the floor.
“Interesting,” Sneed says. His voice is cool. Calculating.
It reminds me of Olly’s, but in a more menacing, piece of shit way.
When Olly gets all brainiac, it’s actually kind of amusing. Not that I’d ever tell him that. I’ll take that to my fucking grave. Which might be soon, all things considered.
The alphas hold me against the wall, and she cries.
“Take her out,” Sneed hisses. “Leave the alpha to me.”
I watch as the other alphas grab her. They yank her up by her hair, and I close my eyes when I see them grab her by the shoulders and force her out of the cell. My body slumps to the ground the minute they let go of me.
I want to get up, but my limbs feel heavy. Likely from the blood loss and whatever shit they injected me with when they threw me in here. I had tried to fight them the best I could, but they still stuck me with something.
Damned if I know what it was, but whatever it was, it didn’t kill me.
I’m starting to think as I look up at Sneed, death would have been better. He kneels before me, steepling his hands together as he looks at me.
“Yes, I think you’ll do just fine.” He grins.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” I bite through my teeth.
“We’ve never had an alpha in our cells before. Not one like you, anyway.”
My arm is going numb. Fuck.
“Looks like the tranquilizer is finally starting to kick in,” he says. “You have an exceptionally high metabolism…Emmett, is it?”
The fact this fucker actually knows my name isn’t good. Our pack prides ourselves on being discreet. Discreet means no one knows who we are, and it’s better that way when we have to do the hard shit.
The messy shit.
Yes, we rescue omegas and bring them back to their mates most of the time, but sometimes it’s not the omegas we’re tasked with capturing. Sometimes it’s the alphas or the betas who think they are better than the rest. Who try to assert that dominance in the worst way. Who steal, hurt, and kill.
Like this asshole.
I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out. My neck and throat are starting to tingle, and my adrenaline mixes with fear. My cock is semi-hard from the tussle with the omega, likely a response to her scent, which pisses me off. I know it’s just instinct. But fuck, I feel like just responding means I’m cheating on Auryn, which is insane.
But it feels like that, nonetheless.
Sneed grins. It’s disgusting.
I want to move my legs, but I can’t. Everything is starting to go numb, and between that and the exhaustion, I can’t fight the darkness.
This is it, I think. This is how I fucking die.
