Some days, I fought like a demon, and the alphas walked away with as many cuts and bruises as they inflicted on me.
Other days, I was powerless to fight them off.
“And after that?” Gage presses. I notice Olly watching Emmett and me intently. Studying us.
“They knocked my ass out good. When I woke up I was in some sort of cell and—” He bristles. “Let’s just say the Orions aren’t winning any welcoming committee awards.”
“They hurt you,” I say, my voice barely a whisper. Emmett looks down at me.
“Yeah, but—”
“We need to make them pay,” I say.
“One thing at a time, Auryn,” Gage huffs.
I growl, but Olly interjects, his voice colder than I’ve ever heard it. “They are running a ring of experiments at Orion, aren’t they?”
I’m not certain who he's asking, me or Em, but we both speak at the same time.
“Yes.”
“What kind of experiments?” Diego asks.
Olly leans back in his chair.
“Judging by the chemicals in Em’s blood, coupled with Auryn’s reappearing and disappearing protein, and the results from the omega and knotless alpha Gage brought me…I’d say breeding experiments.”
Emmett tenses beneath me, a deep growl emanating from his chest.
“What chemicals came up in his blood?” Gage asks.
Olly smirks. “Now, remember, I said it’s only temporary…” He looks at me then at Em. “But…they are omega proteins.”
“What?” Emmett nearly jumps up with me in his lap, but hisses and falls back down as if he forgot we were even sitting. He growls and whimpers, cursing under his breath.
“I’m no damn omega!” he howls.
Olly shakes his head. “In the next twenty-four hours, it’ll taper off. It was just an injection, nothing permanent. But it does make me think that whatever is going on in that compound, it has to do with their declining population.”
“Fuck,” Gage says.
I look up at Emmett, trying to wrap my head around Olly’s theory.Does this mean…
Does this mean Em’s like me? Well, at least for a day?
I’ve never even seen a male omega at the compound. I know they exist, but…
Em’s an alpha. How can they do that? How can they change someone’s DNA like that?
Though Olly said it was temporary.
Still, the thought is…
A strange sort of wetness blooms between my thighs at the thought of Emmett beneath me, whimpering and whining, takes hold. My cheeks flush and everyone groans.
“Fuck, I missed that smell,” Emmett says, holding me tight.
The enchiladas are now long gone.
