“You. Get in there,” the omega says, pushing me into a room. Gasping, I turn to face Bell but the door slams between us.
“Relax,” someone says. Turning, I see a redhead behind me with a table that seems to be prepped for something. “We have to prep you to be seen tonight. Bret wants me to wax you. Star is a bitch and really should have explained this better. It’s just hot wax, breathe through whatever pain you feel as I remove the hair on your body. Eventually, the nerve endings go numb.”
I look between her and the table, nodding slightly. My heart is pounding with this continued feeling that I need to run, but there’s nowhere to go. This omega makes this seem as if it’s business as usual, and maybe it is for her.
For me? I’m scared shitless. All of this primping is obviously leading to something else.
“Get up on the table and lay down on your back. I’ll make this as fast as possible, okay?”
I do as she says, struggling to keep my breaths even as I watch her scoop warm wax onto a wooden applicator. The omega moves over to me to shove my right leg up to get a better look at the hair covering my pussy, and again I feel humiliation and embarrassment run through me.
“May as well get used to someone staring at you,” she mutters. “Modesty and innocence die a quick death here.”
A sizzle of pain hits my receptors hard and I swallow down a hiss. The pain isn’t mine, it's Bellamy’s. Fuck, this is going to suck. We’re going to feel the pain twice over, without being able to block the other person.
If he could, I know Bellamy would shield me from this and everything else, just like I would do the same for him. Closing my eyes, I subject myself to the girl’s probing fingers, my body jerking in pain as she gets to work removing any hint of hair on my body.
Through it all, I’m reminded that I’m not a person to her. I’m a job, and that’s the way the rest of the omegas treat me as I move from station to station as they remake me into a fantasy. I lose sight of Bellamy, but I can’t feel any more pain from him, which I suppose is a plus.
The omegas look at me with pity, and I look away from them to stare at the floor or literally anywhere else.
As one of them begins to fix my hair, I feel a burning sensation in my asshole that has nothing to do with just having had it waxed, and I gasp as my body tries to slick as if it’ll fix it. Except… that’s not my pain.
Gasping, I whisper, “Do you know where my brother is?”
“Your brother?” the girl doing my hair is a redhead, and she almost drops the curling iron she’s using on my hair.
“The guy who is here with me,” I cry, my body feeling as if it’s being torn apart. I’m still naked, the hard wooden chair making me slide as my asshole pushes out slick to accommodate something much larger than it.
“He’s with Bret,” she says softly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you were siblings. Sometimes, when we have a new person, Bret decides to train them himself.”
My hand covers my mouth as I swallow back a sob.
God it hurts so much.Echoes of pain would be excruciating, but what I’m feeling is what Bell is going through.
I failed him. A part of me wishes it was me and not him. Even though it’s not, the ghost-like cock feels as if it’s stretching my asshole just the same.
“Your brother is bent over Bret’s desk taking his cock like a pro,” Star snorts as she puts on her makeup. “He’ll be very popular here. It’s about time Bret brought in someone to lighten the load. The clients miss Linus and Makayla.”
I need to distract myself before I completely lose myself. Bell doesn’t need to feel my emotions as well as his. My eyes closeas his fear, anger, and pain wash over me. There’s even a hint of pleasure, but I won’t fault him for that.
We’re omegas, and the baser part of us wants to please alphas. That doesn’t mean we won’t hate ourselves for it.
A song we both like plays through my mind, and I sing to him through the bond. Forcing myself to focus on what Star said, I swallow hard. We bonded early on, and I’m not sure how or why the universe decided we belonged to each other.
It’s hard to concentrate while I sing to Bell and try to ignore the pain washing over me, but I do it because I have to.
“Who are they?” I ask Star. My voice sounds as if I chain smoke, but I can’t help that. Speaking normally is more than I can handle right now.
My best friend and stepbrother is being raped somewhere in this building, and there’s nothing I can do. Did I do something wrong for this to happen? Or is Alpha Bret really such a dick that he decided to get his own taste for one of the new omegas?
“They’re people we don’t talk about,” the redhead says as she begins to pin up my blonde hair. “Your eyes… did you hurt one somehow?”
“No,” I rasp. “It’s been white like that for a long time. I can see fine through it.”
I don’t know why, but I felt stabbing pain in my right eye just after I met Bell and only his touch could get it to stop. He’s the one who noticed something had happened to it, and I have mismatched eyes now. One is white while the other is blue. That’s how I know he’s special. We’re meant for each other.
That’s what I hold onto as the wracking pain refuses to stop, even as I almost black out.
