Sunlight.
It pours through the windows. Dust dances through the streams of light. It’s so mesmerizing that I miss the two large men in the corner of the room until they stand from a couple of plastic chairs.
Their scent hits my nose.
Alphas.
I know it instantly. And these alphas are different than Mr. Sebastian’s guards.
Their eyes drag up my body like I’m a piece of meat, and I just stand there, frozen like a deer in headlights. Something overwhelming and insidious wraps itself around my throat.
Their dominance.
There’s no other way of describing it. It has a physical presence, beyond just their scents.
“This her?” The younger one asks. He crosses his massive arms over his chest as he stares at my trembling form. His gaze feels more... slimy than the older alpha’s.
The older alpha with salt and pepper hair stares at me like I don’t meet whatever standards he has.
“It is,” Mr. Sebastian says. He’s surprisingly confident around these two alphas, considering his beta status.
“She doesn’t look like a whole lot under those baggy ass clothes you’ve got her wearing. You sure we’re getting our money’s worth?”
Money’s worth?
I’m beingsold?
My eyes go wide as I turn to Mr. Sebastian, who just looks at me with that sadistic smile of his.
“You can get a better look if you’d like, I’m sure you won’t have any complaints,” Mr. Sebastian shrugs.
“Fantastic,” the younger-looking alpha says, his lips tugging up into a predatory grin.
With a nod from Mr. Sebastian, the beta handler lets me go, shoving me so I’m stumbling forward.
“Falling for me already,omega?” The alpha chuckles, towering above me.
I just stand there, frozen under his gaze. The longer I remain, the more excited he seems to get, his overpowering moldy scent growing thicker in the surrounding air.
“Strip.”
My breath comes to a shuddering stop in my chest.
“Wh—what?” I whisper, before I can stop myself.
It’s obvious by the unphased expressions of everyone else in this room that no one is going to stop him. No one here is going to step in and save me from this punishment.
I’m not sure why I expected anything else. This is a punishment I’ve earned.
“You heard me.Strip.” The barked command tears through my body. All my muscles lock up as I instinctively fight the command.
“You’re so cute, trying to fight my bark,” the alpha chuckles. “If you really don’t wanna, then I can just rip those clothes off for you.”
A pathetic whine leaves the back of my throat as I see the barely restrained violence in this man’s dark gaze.
“Jett,” The older alpha says, his voice low and chastising. “You know your father wants the omega in good condition.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he shrugs, waving the older alpha off.
