Then his hand stills, resting right beneath my belly button. His fingers splay, pressing down slightly, a claim. That’s when I feel his breath fan across my face. He’s going to kiss me. I just know it, and it fills me with a sudden, crawlingdread.
What kind of fucking monster does this to an unconscious woman?
My fingers move on their own, curling around the side of the cot as I brace myself. All I can smell is the asshole’s sharp scent. It’s bitter, like over-steeped tea leaves.
Then I feel the slightest press of a mouth to mine. It’s soft, but his lips are chapped, and the faint scrape of them against mine is what finally shatters my control.
Something breaks open inside my head. Not anger.
Panic.
My eyes fly open, and the world slams back into me all at once. The harsh light. The cold air. The beta’s face right over mine, eyes closed, savoring the feel of my lips on his.
The past crashes in with it. Too fast and loud. Hands paw at me, touching where they shouldn’t. Weight pinning me down. Breath in my ear. No way out.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.
I have to get away!
A surge of adrenaline fires within me, and I kick out blindly, instinct screaming run, run, run!
My elbow connects hard with his chest.
The beta jerks upright like he’s been electrocuted, stumbling back so fast he smacks into the partition. It wobbles, then topples over completely, crashing to the floor.
“Shit,” he whispers softly, eyes going huge when he realizes I’m awake and staring straight at him.
Shock flashes across his face—guilty, pale, rabbit-fast.
I don’t attack him. I don’t think. I just try to flee.
I scramble off the cot, heart hammering, vision tunneling. My body weaves sideways, straight into the horrible man, my shoulder slamming into his. The impact knockshim backward, arms flailing. But I don’t stop. I keep moving, my bare feet slapping clumsily at the hard ground.
My limbs feel wrong, heavy and loose at the same time, like they don’t quite belong to me.
I make it two steps. Maybe three.
Then my legs buckle.
The floor rushes up too fast, my knees folding like they’re made of jelly. The drugs drag me down, stealing my strength mid-stride.
I barely have time to register the cold before strong hands catch me easily, arms closing around my waist and shoulders.
Voices explode all around me.
Footsteps.
Something shatters as it hits the floor.
“Be careful with her!” a man yells. “Don’t bruise her!”
Then a female alpha barks, “Omega! Stop!” The command hits my spine like a jolt.
I freeze completely, my body locking up. Then I’m lifted.
Unfamiliar arms lock around my upper arms, pinning my hands at my sides. I give one weak jerk, but it’s no use. I have no strength compared to the man holding me.
