Chapter 5
Gustall
I stared at Fendwyr, utterly shocked and outraged by his crude words. Those words reflected his nature and the kind of person he was. I hated him for being that way, yet I couldn't deny how much my body craved him.
How dare he speak to me that way, as if I was nothing more than a willing hole for him to use? I opened my mouth to give him a piece of my mind, but he held up a hand, silencing me.
"I think I've said quite enough for now," he said, his voice low and rough, causing something in me to become warmer all of a sudden. "You look exhausted, Gustall. Why don't you take some time to rest, to reflect on... everything that's happened tonight. We can continue this conversation later, if you don't mind."
With that, he turned and strode to the door, leaving me alone in the spacious bedroom. I gaped after him, my mouth open, unable to believe he was really going to give me space after all that... I thought he would never leave.
But the door clicked shut behind him, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. I was alone, my heart pounding, my body flushed and aching with a confusing mix of anger, embarrassment... and a shameful, traitorous heat. I hated my mind for feeling that way.
Rest? How could I possibly rest after that? Fendwyr's parting words echoed in my head, his rough promise hanging in the air like a challenge. Claiming me, filling me, breeding me... Oh god, the images his filthy words painted were enough to make me shudder, even as I told myself I wasn't some cheap omega slut. He would never change me to be like that.
And yet... I was still helpless against the way my body responded, the way my cock strained against my pants, my hole clenching needily around nothing. Fendwyr had barely touched me, had only spoken a few darkly suggestive sentences, and I was already wound up tighter than a live wire. What would happen if he actually put his hands on me, if he kissed me, if he...
No, I didn't want to continue down that line of thinking. It wouldn't help me; if anything, it would only make my situation worse.
Frustrated, I leaped to my feet and rushed to the door, twisting the handle. Did I think this was going to work? No, I didn't, but still had to try it.
The door was locked. Of course it was locked. Fendwyr wouldn't have left me alone if there was a way out.
I turned, my gaze sweeping the room for any other means of escape. The large window caught my eye, but when I approached and tried to heave it open, it refused to budge. Nailed shut tight, no give at all. Yet another nonsurprise.
Growling in frustration, I slammed my fist against the unyielding glass, ignoring the sting of pain. This had to be a mistake, a misunderstanding. I couldn't be trapped here, at the mercy of a dominant alpha with God only knew what intentions.
But as I spun in a circle, taking in the plush furnishings, the thick curtains, and the heavy wooden furniture, no other viable exits presented themselves. No other doors, no other windows. Just the one I'd already tried, and a bathroom that would only lead me back to the bedroom.
No, no, this couldn't be happening. I had to get out, had to find a way... But as I tore through the room, overturning chairs, searching under the bed, and even checking the fireplace for a hidden passage (yes, I was that desperate), the grim truth sank in. There was no escape, no way out. Not unless Fendwyr allowed it, and I didn't think his mind could be changed anytime soon.
Trapped, I slumped to the floor, my back against the bed, head in my hands. This was... this was awful, terrifying. The worst moment in my life since getting kicked out of my house. Fendwyr was a stranger, a powerful alpha with a reputation that hinted at dark deeds. And I was utterly at his mercy, with no idea what he planned to do with me. I didn't know if I wanted to know, either.
A shudder wracked my frame as I thought of his parting words, the filthy promise in his voice. Jesus, what if... what if he meant what he said? What if he wanted to... to do those things to me, to use my body for his pleasure? But at the same time, even though I didn't want to admit it, I kind of wanted it.
No, I couldn't think like that, couldn't let my mind go there. I had to stay focused, had to find a way out. Surely, someone would notice I was missing, would come looking for me?
But deep down, I knew the truth. I had no one, no one who would come looking for me. My parents had disowned me, and my so-called friends... I didn't have any. Not anyone that would care about me if I disappeared, anyway.
I was on my own, as I always had been. And now, I was at the mercy of an alpha who made no secret of his desire for me. A shudder worked through my frame as I hugged my knees to my chest, resting my forehead on them. What was I going to do?
The lock on the door was no match for a standard key, too ornate and well-maintained. The window, while large, was securely fastened from the outside, no opening or breaking no matter how hard I tried. Even the fireplace, while charming, offered no hidden passages or means of escape. I was well and truly trapped, just like Fendwyr wanted me to be.
For a long moment, I sat there on the floor, my heart racing as I tried to process everything that had just happened with Fendwyr. His parting words echoed in my head, his rough promises sending a confusing mix of fear and shameful heat through my veins.
I was so lost in thought that I almost didn't register the sound of raised voices coming from somewhere beyond the bedroom door. Almost missed the opportunity to overhear a conversation that made my blood run cold. Every bad thing I thought was turning out to be true.
They were speaking in hushed tones, but the compound's thick walls did little to muffle their words. I felt thankful for that. If the place was soundproof, I would have only my bodily noises to keep me company, and that terrified me.
"...a big score, that bank job," one voice said, a note of satisfaction underlying the words.
"Fendwyr's going to be rolling in the dough, as usual. Enough to keep the pack in luxuries for a while." That was a second voice, tinged with a hint of envy. I couldn't imagine feeling envious of someone for robbing a bank. I couldn't fathom feeling that way about something wrong another person did.
And remembering what the man said… A bank job? Luxuries? I felt the blood drain from my face, a chill running down my spine. These weren't just dangerous men... they were criminals. And Fendwyr, the man who held my fate in his hands, was their leader. What had I gotten myself into, agreeing to come here with him? He didn't even have to force me. I just agreed with him as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
The conversation continued, the men discussing the logistics of moving the stolen money, of laying low until the heat died down. All business as usual, they said, like this was just another day's work.
But the worst part was when they started talking about me, their voices lowering as if they were thinking I could be hearing.
"He brought in some omega, didn't he?" The first voice said, a hint of amusement in his tone. "Probably wants to keep him for himself, like his last one."
Like his last one? I asked myself. He had someone else before me? Even though I didn't want to admit it, that thought made me angry. I felt possessive. I didn't want Fendwyr to have had someone before me; I wanted to believe I was his first.
"Ha, I bet," the second voice agreed. "But he'll probably try to offload him soon enough, get a good price for his pretty face overseas. Fendwyr's not one to keep his pets around for too long, not when there's money to be made."
Offload me? Over to some unknown buyer overseas? My stomach turned, a wave of nausea hitting me hard. I couldn't let that happen, couldn't be sold off like some kind of property. I was a person, not a thing to be bartered and traded. I had to get out of here, had to...
The men moved away then, their voices fading down the hallway. I was left alone with my racing thoughts, my heart pounding wildly. I couldn't let Fendwyr do this to me, couldn't let him treat me like some commodity to be bought and sold off. I had to find a way out of this compound, had to... Do something, even though I didn't even know where to start. All I knew was that I couldn't be passive.
I stumbled to my feet, the room spinning around me as I tried to think. I had to search again, had to find a way, even if it meant...
Pacing the room again, I ran my hands frustrated through my hair. I still couldn't believe this was happening, that I was truly trapped with no means of escape. I was living in hell.
The window, the door, even the fireplace—I had checked them all multiple times, growing more desperate with each dead end. And still, nothing. No way out, no hope of freedom.
I collapsed onto the bed, my body deflating as the gravity of my situation further sank in. What was I going to do? I couldn't stay here, not with Fendwyr and his men outside the door, plotting god knows what. The way they talked about me, like I was a piece of livestock to be sold off...
A shudder wracked through me at the thought. I had to find a way, had to think of something, anything. I couldn't let my mind go down this path of despair, of imagining the worst... As long as I stayed here, that was exactly what would happen.
The scrape of a key in the lock jolted me upright, my heart leaping into my throat. Oh god, it was him, Fendwyr, back so soon. I wasn't ready for another round with him, not with my emotions in such turmoil. I needed time to...
The door swung open, and he strode in, two large boxes tucked under his arms. He looked... almost domestic like this, in a way I wouldn't have guessed. It would have been almost charming, if I wasn't so terrified of him. He could have been someone I became friends with if we hadn't met under such circumstances.
"I brought us some food," he said, his voice casual as he set the boxes down on the dresser. "I figured you could use a proper meal after the night you've had."
He gestured to the larger box. "That one's for you. I know you're half-starved, Gustall. An omega in your condition needs to keep his strength up."
I gaped at him, stunned by the mundane conversation, the casual way he acted as if this was perfectly normal. As if he didn't have me trapped, as if he wasn't planning to... use me in the filthiest ways. My stomach churned at the thought.