“Alright, girls. It’s time,” Viv says, her smile is big and bright like she’s not about to walk us to our demise.
Viv is... let’s call her our Beta caregiver; she’s the person in charge of our group, shaping us into perfect Omegas. What would she even know about being an Omega? She’s a Beta.
Doors open, and out walks the rest of our group. Lark, Aries, Luna, and Briar. Lark and Aries are blonde like my sister and me, while Luna and Briar are brunettes. I can’t deny that the group of us, as a whole, are all beautiful women.
Gideon wouldn’t have it any other way, he requires the best of the best. If you don’t have the looks and the ability to reproduce, then you’re not worth his time.
You’d think that would be a good thing, but something tells me if you’re picked up by Gideon’s men and he finds out later that you’re not fertile, one of the biggest requirements of the Omegas, he’s not going to just let you go.
You’d be a liability, a threat to his empire. People like Gideon don’t like threats.
It’s why it took us a hell of a long time to get this plan into place.
Thanks to Lark and her killer hacking skills, we’ve got ourselves a golden ticket to escape.
But first, we actually have to get out of here for this plan to work.
“Alright, ladies. Let’s go meet your future Alphas!” She claps her hands together, too fucking cheery for my liking.
I hate this woman. How can you just stand by and do this to innocent people?
“She’s had a little too much of the crazy juice today,” Briar whispers, and I smother a laugh.
“You think she’s on drugs?” I whisper back.
“Shh.” Silva shoots us both a warning glare.
We straighten, walking in a row as we head down the hall.
I hear the music and the chatter of people below as we descend the stairs.
We’ve got this. This is going to work out. We’ve been planning this for months.
It’s going to work. It has to work. If it doesn’t, then we’re all fucking doomed. I’d rather kill myself than be owned by any of the sick fuckers in this ballroom.
“Alright, ladies! Remember, manners matter. Be sweet, kind, and polite. These Alphas are looking for new Omegas, so make sure you make yourself approachable. All of these packs are wonderful candidates, and you’d be lucky to end up with any of them. Just remember, no one has a right to you until they work it out officially. So even if they start to get possessive, don’t get your hopes up.” She winks.
Hopes up? Why the fuck would I get my hopes up that some delusional creep likes me enough to buy me? To fucking purchase me?
No thanks.
“Heads up, backs straight.” We do as we’re told. “Off you go.”
I cast each girl a look, and they respond back with a nod.
We know what to do. Now we just have to make it through this night and wait.
If one more fucking Alpha touches me, I might say fuck the plan, grab a butter knife off the dessert table, and stab the motherfucker. Every time they touch me, I want to puke.
The only time we’ve had to deal with pervy Alphas before this was when Gideon would visit.
The asshole doesn’t even live on the property. He has his men snatch people off the street and bring them here, doing all the dirty work for him while he profits from the sales.
He’s here tonight, though, making sure we are all on our best behavior, chatting us up like he knows us all so well.
Fuck it, I should grab the knife and stabhimwith it.
“Don’t you smelldivine?” An Alpha from the pack I’m mingling with says. “Like peaches and cream.”
