Chapter
One
AVA (BRIAR)
When I saythis is the worst day of my life, I’m not exaggerating. Any other designation I could have lived with. Beta, Alpha, anything but Omega.
But here I am, standing in the bathroom staring at the slick coating my panties.
“Fuck,” I hiss, my pulse sky rocketing as the pure terror of what this means slams into me like a bag of bricks.
I have to hide these, mask the scent of lavender permeating the space around me. Bleach every square inch of this damn bathroom if I have to because as soon as they smell me, smell what I am, I have no doubt that they will forget all about the fact that my mother is their omega and take what doesn’t belong to them.
I’d rather die than willingly let one of them touch me. But that's the thing with the Barns pack. They don’t care about consent, if anything they’d rather you didn’t give it.
My mother’s worst mistake was bringing those three men and their just as fucked up son into our lives.
But they had money, had drugs, and that was my mother’s weakness.
The only reason why she didn’t sell me for a fix in the past is because she’s too jealous. The idea of someone wanting me over her always sent her into a nasty spiral that ended with me being degraded, and bruises left on my pretty face, or a chunk of my hair gone. Whatever helped her feel better about herself.
When she met Pack Barns, they were immediately taken by her. Her beauty, the fact that she’s willing to let them do anything, and sadly I do mean anything, to her body.
Within a month of meeting them, she already had them moved in and their bite marks proudly displayed on her neck.
I’m not sure why she thought letting them bond her would keep them loyal. I’ve seen them around town with a new omega on their lap more than once. I never dared to tell my mother though because she would have denied it, told me I was lying and well, I just didn’t care.
I’m just trying to survive. I’ve been counting down the days until I turn eighteen. When I could leave here and never come back. If it wasn’t for the fact that my mother threatened to track me down and drag me back if I tried to leave sooner, I’d have run away years ago.
But the money she got from the government each month was her meal ticket. At least whatever was left over after she wasted most of it on drugs.
The only good thing to come from Pack Barns was the fact that they pay the bills and buy the food. Mind you, after they make their way through everything, there isn’t much left over, but it’s enough to survive. And I don’t have to worry about the electricity or water being shut off.
I have a room to myself, so I have some resemblance of privacy. Not that you can really call it a room. I’m pretty sure it’sa storage space. It’s big enough to fit a bed, dresser and lamp. No windows and the door locks from both the inside and outside.
I used to have a real room, but was kicked out so my stepbrother Ryan could use it.
I’ve never once felt safe in this place. And I sure as hell don’t now.
The sound of loud laughter beyond the door has my head snapping up. Fuck. They’re back from the bar. Shit! I thought I’d have enough time to deal with this, grab the bag I have packed and ready to go, and to get out of here before they’d return.
Grabbing my phone off the sink, I see that it’s one in the morning. Really? My body literally gave me one hour into being eighteen before presenting. Just my fucking luck.
If I hurry, I still might have a chance to get out of here undetected.
The sound of music blasting through the house fills me with the smallest bit of relief. If they’re playing music, that means they’re more likely to stay up late and get drunk. When they party, they tend to stay mostly in the garage. This bathroom, and my room are on the other side of the house. I can clean up, grab my bag and slip out of the door hopefully without being spotted.
Slipping off my drenched panties, I toss them into the sink and quickly work to clean myself up, shoving a ball of toilet paper as a makeshift pad before pulling up my sleep shorts. I wear skin tight ones, so thankfully it holds everything in place.
After I flush, I grab the cleaning supplies from under the sink and spray the bleach all over the toilet and surrounding area. Once that’s done, I turn the sink on, letting the water go so hot it nearly burns my skin and rinse my panties clean of slick before dousing them in bleach.
The reason why I’m going through all this trouble to hide my scent is because if they smell me, if they find out what I am, they will come looking for me. I know it.
My fucked up, sick in the head stepbrother has been waiting like a pervert for me to present. He doesn’t care that his fathers are mated to my mother. It’s never been a secret that he’s attracted to me, and his fathers have joked about us being together, keeping it in the family.
They’re fucked in the head, every single one of them.
Over my dead fucking body would I be anything to that sick fuck. He’s just as bad as his dads, if not worse.
