That was as far as I got. The alpha reached me and tugged me forward, throwing me off-balance. I had no idea what was going on at first. I didn’t even think to struggle as he pushed me toward the door.
Until he reached for the bottom of my sweater and yanked it up over my head.
“What are you doing?” I demanded, trying to be brave when I was suddenly terrified.
“Stay quiet,” the alpha growled, grabbing for my shirt.
He was undressing me. I couldn’t believe it. Fear like nothing I’d ever known roared through me as he tugged my shirt off, leaving me bare-chested. That was bad enough, but he didn’t stop there. He went for my trousers next, undoing my belt and the button.
“No! Stop! Stop! Help!” I screamed, trying to fight back and get away from the alpha. “Help!”
The beta in the other part of the trailer had to have heard me, but he did nothing. The alpha was stronger and faster than me, and even though I tried to get away from him, I couldn’t. I gasped hard when he yanked my trousers and underwear down around my thighs, then screamed bloody murder as he muscled me to the ground so he could pull my shoes off.
“Help! Help!” I shouted as loud as I could, tears stinging my eyes. Somebody had to hear me. I was about to be raped in a trailer in the middle of nowhere.
But that was the point. It was the middle of nowhere. No one could hear me. The beta had to be in on it. Whatever company they worked for had set a trap to lure unsuspecting omegas to be assaulted.
No, it was worse than that. The alpha stripped me naked, but he didn’t even try to assault me. Instead, once I was face-down, naked, and struggling, he pulled out some sort of zip-ties from his pocket and secured my wrists behind me.
“Help!” I cried, sobbing now. “Somebody has to help me!”
“I told you to be quiet,” the alpha growled.
“Please!” I pleaded with him. “Please let me go! Please!”
The alpha could have been made of stone for all he was moved. I kept screaming, so he pulled a gag from his other pocket and wrapped it around the lower half of my face, silencing me. I still tried to scream, but it turned into sobs.
If I thought that was bad, it got worse. The alpha lifted me, hoisted me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and carried me out of the trailer through the external door. It was dark, but I could just make out a large, black van parked behind the trailer. A second alpha stood by the back, and as my alpha approached, he opened the door.
There were three other naked, bound, and gagged omegas already in the van. I shouted through my gag as the alpha who carried me transferred me into the warm space with them. Itried to struggle, staring at the other omegas in the hope that they would start to struggle and panic as well, and that together, we could get out of the nightmare situation we’d all found ourselves in.
Not one of them raised a finger to help me. They were all wide-eyed and panting. Two of them wore blindfolds. I tried to struggle, but the alpha who had kidnapped me—and that’s what it was—fastened my hands to something behind me, then tied my feet to a bar that ran down the center of the van, where the others had their feet secured as well.
“How many more?” the second alpha asked my alpha.
“One more before we can take this lot up to the pen,” my alpha said.
I had no idea what that meant. I continued to shout through my gag, but it was like shouting into the wind, despite the other captive omegas with me.
The alpha slammed the door, and suddenly we were all in the dark. I stopped screaming, mostly because I was starting to feel sick. The last thing I wanted to do was puke while wearing a gag I couldn’t remove. The others were quieter than me, and of all stupid things, that made me embarrassed to be handling the whole thing like such a baby.
I resorted to doing my best to curl in on myself and rested my head on my knees in the cramped space, crying with fear and shock over what had just happened to me. The other omegas were restless. I could feel their body heat, smell their sweat, but not their omega scents. Only alphas could smell that. There was a definite energy of panic in the air, but none of the others tried to escape.
Maybe they knew something I didn’t know? Maybe they knew we could do a better job escaping once we got wherever they were going to take us?
A few minutes later, the van doors flew open and my alpha from before tossed another omega in with the rest of us. He, too, was crying and thrashing, but he couldn’t get away.
“That’s the last of this load,” the alpha said. “Let’s move out.”
The van doors slammed again, and a few seconds later, the two alphas climbed into the front of the van. My alpha drove, and within seconds, we were on the road, driving somewhere.
No, not on the road. We were on the gravel driveway that led up to Kincade Slopes. Maybe there was hope after all. I’d seen that other car head up to the slopes, so someone had to be up there. Madison and Benny Kincade had to be there. They would know something was going on. They would call the police, and this whole nightmare would be over.
That hope died as soon as the van stopped and the alphas opened the back again. We’d been taken to some sort of delivery entrance, and there were more alphas and a few big betas dressed in black, waiting for us.
“Six more for the pen,” the alpha who had kidnapped me said. “There’s one more load after this, and then we can get started.”
“Gotcha,” the alpha who approached the back of the van said.
