“Only this once.”
I didn’t have time to question what he meant. It wasn’t my place to question anything an Alpha said. By the time the words made it into my brain, his hand wrapped around my cock.
It was bliss and agony tangled together.
His touch surrounded me, warm and steady, grounding me even as everything inside me threatened to come apart.
Then a single motion shattered my focus. A wave of sensation crashed through me so fast it stole my breath, my body reacting before my mind could catch up.
The edges of the world softened, blurred by the remnants of the drugs still drifting through my system. Relief washed over me—brief, fragile—because deep down I knew it wouldn’t last.
That thought alone made my eyes sting. Tears slipped freely. The room tilted. My chest tightened.
And then the darkness rose up, gentle and heavy, pulling me under and giving my mind a place to hide until it was ready to return.
Chapter 7
Evander
Kasey didn’t just go still; he went limp.
One moment, he was holding himself as still as possible, even as arousal thrummed through his system. Then the next, as I wrapped a hand around his hard, leaking cock, he swayed, spraying his release over my hand and his lap.
I caught him, helping support his body to lay him down, legs dangling over the side of the bed.
For a heartbeat, I just stared at him, holding his far too fragile body. His breathing was shallow, but steady; eyelashes fluttered against pale cheeks.
Today was not going like I wanted; like I expected.
“Kasey.” I sighed, swiping a stray piece of hair from his forehead.
I shouldn’t have been surprised. I should have expected this. Any Omega in a place like this wouldn’t been conditioned within an inch of themselves. Trained to whatever an Alpha wanted, even before the Alpha themselves knew.
But I hadn’t expected this. Not from the sweet boy I once knew.
I hadn’t come here for release, and I sure hell hadn’t come here to use him. I only wanted to see him, to hold him, to make sure he was real, to get him out of this place before anyone realized what I intended.
But seeing him like this… seeing how quickly he folded, how instinctively he obeyed, how he didn’t even try to resist…
He really was the “perfect omega” any Alpha in this building would want.
The thought hit harder than I was ready for. He’d been trained too well. So, well that his body reacted before his mind ever had a chance. So well, that instinct had replaced the choice.
Did he even understand what he was doing? Or was he just following patterns carved into him over the years? Did I truly want the answer?
No. Absolutely not.
I refused to dwell on the way he’d responded to commands, or how effortlessly he’d surrendered control. I refused to think about how beautiful he’d looked in that moment of pure instinct, because none of that was him. Not really.
It was what they’d made him. And I was going to undo every bit of it.
Kasey came back to consciousness slowly, like someone rising through deep water. I saw it in the tiny shifts first. The faint twist of his fingers, the uneven flutter of his lashes, the way his breath caught in his throat before settling again.
I stayed perfectly still, afraid that even breathing too loudly might startle him.
When his eyes finally cracked open, they were unfocused, hazy, drifting over the room without landing on anything. He looked lost. Like he was waiting for someone to tell him what to do before he dared to move.
He just lay there, pliant and quiet, as if waking up on a bed with an Alpha was something he’d been trained to accept.
