I force a smile.
“I’d love to know what you taste like,” he chuckles, a dark, hungry look in his eyes. It takes everything in me not to gag from his pheromones. I’m not used to being around Alphas. Do they all smell like shit?
He puts his hand on my back, and my heart stops. I’m not allowed to push them away, not allowed to piss them off, but fuck if I want them touching me.
Thankfully, the only good thing Gideon has ever done is interrupt this moment with a speech.
He drones on about how grateful he is that these men are here and how he hopes they had a wonderful night.
I zone out, waiting for the moment we’re dismissed.
“Now, say our goodbyes to the lovely ladies and let the men discuss business, shall we?” he chuckles, and the room follows suit.
There it is.
My eyes find my sister’s, and she nods. I follow after her, not bothering to say goodbye to the bastard touching me.Get fucked, asshole.
We all meet at the main entrance, where Viv is waiting.
“How did everything go?” She smiles. “All the packs looked very pleased.”
None of us say anything. What does she expect? For us to be happy that there are a number of men who want to buy us illegally?
She frowns and sighs. “Girls, let’s try to act a little more grateful, shall we? We have to remember that this is a good thing. Before you came to live here, you had nothing. You were no one. Now, you get to live like queens.”
Breathe, Lexi. Hold your shit together just a little bit longer. Deal with the crazy lady's bullshit long enough to get upstairs.
I give her my best fake smile and nod, the other girls doing the same.
“That's more like it! Now, head on upstairs and get ready. It might take a few hours before everything is finalized.”
Good. That's exactly what we were hoping for.
Once we’re in our rooms, we wait long enough for Viv to head back downstairs.
Slipping out of the pink dress, I toss it on the bed and change into a pair of pants, sweater, and coat, before shoving everything else I can fit inside the black garbage bag I grabbed from the kitchen.
We don’t own any backpacks, and weren’t given one for our belongings because we were told there was no need. We would have everything we would need at our new homes.
New homes. Like we’re pets or something. It’s fucked up.
With the bag filled, I sit on the bed and wait.
It’s nearly midnight. Only a few more minutes until it’s time.
As soon as Lark disables the security system, we have to get out of here as fast as possible.
You know the sayinga watched pot never boils? That's what it feels like, watching the hands on the clock tick by.
I do my best to distract myself, pacing around the room. I’m just about to lose my damn mind when the clock chimes, letting me know it’s a new hour.
Midnight.
“Thank fuck.” I grab my bag and head towards the door. Throwing it open, I peek down the hall and see the others doing the same.
“Ready?” Silva asks.
“More than ready.” I leave the room and head toward her. The others follow, and we slip down the back set of stairs that lead to the main floor, right next to the exit to the back garden.
