Yeah… that’s not gonna happen.
Ever.
Then another part of his statement penetrates the confused haze of my racing brain.
“Wait a second. Did you say I’ll begoing into heatsoon?” I ask, astounded at how calm and rational my voice sounds even as I can’t believe I’m having this conversation at all.
Blue Scar nods. “You go into estrus and crazy for Alpha. Make Alpha crazy for you. You will mate. You will breed.”
“Oh will I, indeed?” My left eyebrow is so far up my forehead at this point that it must almost be touching my hairline. “I don’t think so… what’s your name? Are you Ulfarri?”
This makes the other creatures let out a series of croaks, a hideous, guttural laughter. At least, I assume what they’re displaying is mirth.
Blue Scar shakes his head. “We Ogsul, not Ulfarri. Ulfarri are Brutal Ones. Everyone afraid of Ulfarri. But don’t worry. They kind to their mates.”
“Of course they are,” I mutter under my breath. “They’re nothumanmales.”
Even if that tiny bit of snark went right over the assembled creatures’ heads, I find some comfort in the fact that despite this horrific situation, I’m still holding on to my sense of humor.
Frankly, at this point, I don’t seem to have a whole lot else.
“But not just Ulfarri at auction,” Blue Scar continues. “Others too. Highest bidder will win. Perhaps you lucky. Perhaps you not get taken by Ulfarri.”
“Ulfarri mate lots,” grunts another of the creatures.Yay. Commentary from the peanut gallery.I bite back a sigh as he continues. “Go through many females. Take sex slaves. Wear them out.”
“I see.” My voice actually has a note of boredom in it. I’m on overload. I can’t take any of this seriously. If I do, I’ll freak out. And I don’t have the energy for a full freakout. This is all so absurd and such light years away from reality that it can’t possibly be true. Or even actually happening.
Certain that I’ll be waking up at any minute, I feel free to let my inner brat shine through. These things have apparently kidnapped me. I can’t fight, but I can bitch at them.
Not that it seems to bother them much. More’s the pity.
I shift into a crouch and my top flops down, exposing more of my breast. I try to cover up but my club clothes are torn, filthy and generally completely ruined. “Do you have anything else for me to wear?” I ask Blue Scar. “Who would want to bid on me if I’m dressed like this?” Not that I want anyone to bid on me, but I want to know what he will say.
Blue Scar shrugs. “Bidders don’t care about… clothing.” His mouth gapes open in what must be the most hideous smile in the known universe, revealing weird, square teeth. “Don’t worry. You be naked very, very soon.” His stinking breath hits my face, and my rose-colored glasses shatter.
I clutch at my ruined top, my stomach lurching. “What?”
“Yes.” Blue Scar nods. “You wait, Omega.”
Omega?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I force the words out around the rocks in my throat. “There’s been some sort of mistake. I’m human.”
“Yes. Hoo-man. And now Omega. Made to fuck.” He gestures at my body. I realize I’m trembling.
What?
“You go into estrus soon. Alpha scent you. Mate you. Knot you.”
Not me?What does he mean?“That’s not, I’m not…” I’m stammering.
“You are, now. Omega.” Blue Scar leers at me, but I can’t bring myself to ask any more questions. I slap my hand over my mouth. If I puke now, I’ll have to wear it. Not that there’s anything in my stomach.
I just want to be in bed, at home, alone. “Wake up, Emma,” I mutter. “Please, please wake up.”
There’s a terrible grating noise of metal screeching over metal, and I jerk around. One of the other creatures is unlocking the cage.
“It’s time, Omega,” Blue Scar says, his long teeth flashing in the low light. “You go to auction.”
