I bury myself into Silva, letting her arms wrap around me.
“Fucking hell, Lexi. You smell amazing,” Luke groans as he steps into my room. Spinning around, my eyes go wide.
“Get out of here!” I shout as I hurry to put my shirt on.
“No need to hide them,” he chuckles, closing the door behind him and walking closer. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
My heart races, and my stomach turns. “Get out,” I urge, begging the universe to take pity on me today. I’ve never hated being an Omega more than I do right now.
It’s been a few months since we presented, and these assholes haven’t left us alone.
“Don’t be like that,” he growls, boxing me in against the wall. Fear wafts off of me in waves, and I hate the whimper that slips free.
Luke loves it and groans as he buries his face into my neck. “You smell fucking amazing, Omega. Good enough to eat.”
Squeezing my eyes shut, I pray that this is all he does and that he’ll leave me alone.
Unfortunately, life doesn’t seem to offer us any grace these days.
“Don’t be like that. I know you like it.” His fingers on my hip make my skin crawl. “Remember how wet you were for me last time we played?”
I wasn’t fucking wet. It was the morning I woke up and found out I was a fucking Omega. It wasn’t my choice, the slick was a natural part of presenting.
This fucker thought he had the right to come into my room and touch me, to taste me, to take what didn’t belong to him!
The only reason he didn’t rape me was because my sister came into the room. She looked seconds away from murdering him.
He got off the bed, licked the fingers he had inside me, and smirked at her.
What she didn’t know was he came back that night. He finished what he started.
I’ve never cried so hard in my life. Not even when Mom and Dad died.
“Lexi?” My sister's voice has me nearly sobbing in relief.
“Fucking bitch,” he hisses. “Next time, little Omega.”
He steps away, pushing past my sister on his way.
“What did he do? Are you okay?” Silva asks, her eyes wide with concern.
“Nothing.” I let out a shaky breath. “Thankfully. But if you didn’t walk in...” I squeeze my eyes shut, and Silva curses, pulling me into her arms.
“We’re getting out of here,” she promises. “Tonight, when everyone goes to sleep, we run. Okay?”
“Okay.”
We’ve been living in the abandoned house for nearly a month now, and it hasn’t been so bad. We’ve fixed it up a bit, made it our own.
Silva says we can’t get too comfortable, and that eventually we’ll need to move on before whoever owns this place shows up. Until then, this is where we’ve made a home.
When I spot Silva grabbing her backpack, I put the book that I’m reading down and sit up on the couch. “Where are you going?”
“Into town. We’re running low on food.”
“I’m coming with you.” I go for my coat, but she grabs my arm.
“No. You’re staying here.”
