Chapter 1 Mirabelle #2
“Where—where are you sending me!” I ask, the sound of the cafeteria door slamming shut behind us snapping me back into my body.
Punishments are natural consequences of breaking the rules, but I still struggle against the handler’s hold. Something tells me that wherever I’m being sent, I won’t like it.
This isn’t the normal punishment that we’re given for breaking the rules.
Mr. Sebastian glances at me with that same, smug, terrifying look as he remains silent.
I’m quickly overcome by a bone-chilling terror as the handler continues to drag me down what feels like an endless path of hallways I’ve never seen, following Mr. Sebastian to a thick metal door with a red security panel.
I’ve never been through this door. None of the girls have been. One of the biggest rules here was never to go through doors with the red security panels, and I’m about to be dragged right through one.
Mr. Sebastian scans something, and the door buzzes open, sliding back to reveal an elevator.
“Please—where—where are you taking me?” My voice trembles just as much as I’m trembling as the elevator doors slide shut.
I feel my stomach get lodged in my throat as the elevator rises. I don’t know how long we’re in there for, but it feels endless.
The elevator doors open, revealing the backs of two alphas in expensive suits that match Mr. Sebastian’s. They step aside, giving him a nod.
I take a couple of shuffling steps forward into the room like a puppet.
There’s old, dusty-looking carpet. It’s faded in certain spots on the floor, right beside the windows.
My eyes go wide.
Sunlight.
It pours through the windows. Dust dances through the streams of light. It’s so mesmerizing that I miss the two large men in the corner of the room until they stand from a couple of plastic chairs.
Their scent hits my nose.
Alphas.
I know it instantly. And these alphas are different than Mr. Sebastian’s guards.
Their eyes drag up my body like I’m a piece of meat, and I just stand there, frozen like a deer in headlights. Something overwhelming and insidious wraps itself around my throat.
Their dominance.
There’s no other way of describing it. It has a physical presence, beyond just their scents.
“This her?” The younger one asks. He crosses his massive arms over his chest as he stares at my trembling form. His gaze feels more... slimy than the older alpha’s.
The older alpha with salt and pepper hair stares at me like I don’t meet whatever standards he has.
“It is,” Mr. Sebastian says. He’s surprisingly confident around these two alphas, considering his beta status.
“She doesn’t look like a whole lot under those baggy ass clothes you’ve got her wearing. You sure we’re getting our money’s worth?”
Money’s worth?
I’m being sold?
My eyes go wide as I turn to Mr. Sebastian, who just looks at me with that sadistic smile of his.
“You can get a better look if you’d like, I’m sure you won’t have any complaints,” Mr. Sebastian shrugs.
“Fantastic,” the younger-looking alpha says, his lips tugging up into a predatory grin.
With a nod from Mr. Sebastian, the beta handler lets me go, shoving me so I’m stumbling forward.
“Falling for me already, omega?” The alpha chuckles, towering above me.
I just stand there, frozen under his gaze. The longer I remain, the more excited he seems to get, his overpowering moldy scent growing thicker in the surrounding air.
“Strip.”
My breath comes to a shuddering stop in my chest.
“Wh—what?” I whisper, before I can stop myself.
It’s obvious by the unphased expressions of everyone else in this room that no one is going to stop him. No one here is going to step in and save me from this punishment.
I’m not sure why I expected anything else. This is a punishment I’ve earned.
“You heard me. Strip.” The barked command tears through my body. All my muscles lock up as I instinctively fight the command.
“You’re so cute, trying to fight my bark,” the alpha chuckles. “If you really don’t wanna, then I can just rip those clothes off for you.”
A pathetic whine leaves the back of my throat as I see the barely restrained violence in this man’s dark gaze.
“Jett,” The older alpha says, his voice low and chastising. “You know your father wants the omega in good condition.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he shrugs, waving the older alpha off.
My hands move robotically, almost like my body has a mind of its own, and I reach for the hem of my gray t-shirt.
I tug it over my head, keeping my gaze cast down on the floor.
I don’t want to look at the excitement I know I’ll see in his eyes as I continue to take off my clothes.
My sweatpants fall to a puddle on the floor next.
His bark hasn’t seemed to take away the tremble in my body. I’m shaking like a leaf, stuck in the thunderstorm that is these alphas’ dominance.
“All of it,” Jett, the younger alpha snaps. Even though it’s not quite a bark, my shaky hands move faster.
The plain white bra and panties I was issued fall to the floor, and I stand there, naked. The eyes of all five men around me bore into my skin, eating away at my flesh and leaving my bones exposed.
“Give us a little spin,” Jett murmurs.
My eyes fly up to meet his and I immediately regret it. The smile on his face is a wide, maniacal grin. He looks like he’s just found a new favorite toy. Except he’s the type to break them.
“Spin,” he barks again.
My body moves, like a little doll, as I rotate slowly.
I meet Mr. Sebastian’s gaze and instantly want to vomit. I’ve always hated punishments, but at least most of the handlers seemed indifferent when they were disciplining us.
Not Mr. Sebastian.
He’s enjoying this.
I flinch as I feel a calloused hand grip my ass.
“She’s got nice tits but this ass?” Jett lets out a low, predatory growl.
The noise makes something deep inside of me cower in fear. I want to bare my neck and curl up into a ball on the floor. The urge is almost all-consuming. I can barely stand on my two feet.
“I take it you find her satisfactory?” Mr. Sebastian says.
“Lot better than when she first walked in, that’s for sure,” Jett says. “You sure she won’t give us a lot of trouble?”
“She’s one of the most obedient omegas we have, trust me,” Mr. Sebastian says.
“Perfect.”
The older alpha hands over what looks to be a briefcase to one of Mr. Sebastian’s guards.
“She’s all yours, then,” Mr. Sebastian says with a wave, after he checks the contents of the briefcase.
My pulse roars in my ears. I want to disappear. Surely not existing would be better than whatever’s in store for me.
“Come on then, omega, time to earn your keep,” Jett chuckles, grabbing my arm and dragging me towards the door, the older alpha following behind us.
My slippers and clothes are left in a puddle on the floor. No one goes back for them, and I don’t even bother asking.
He shoves the door open and drags me outside. The cool breeze makes goosebumps rise on my naked skin.
Then my eyes rise to the sky.
Oh wow.
Of course I know what the sky is, but it’s so different seeing it with my own eyes. There’s something about the expansiveness of it, how it just seems to go on forever, that you just can’t get from a screen.
“Keep moving,” Jett snaps, his grip on my arm tightening painfully. “You’re supposed to be well behaved, ain’t ya?”
His words snap me out of the awe I was feeling and right back into reality.
My head drops and I nod, letting my long hair fall like a curtain between us.
If I can’t see him, then he can’t see me. Or my naked body.
It’s a complete lie, but it’s what I tell myself to keep from bursting into tears and collapsing into a terrified puddle on the ground right now.
It’s a struggle to stay on my feet as he drags me towards a car, my feet burning on the dark, jagged concrete.
The older alpha opens the trunk of the car, and my mouth goes dry.
I can’t keep the small whimper of fear from leaving my throat this time.
Inside the back of their car is a cage.
“Daddy dearest likes to put on a show,” Jett chuckles, relishing in the way my strawberry shortcake scent grows sour from my terror. “Get the fuck in.”
My mouth fills with the coppery taste of blood as I bite down on the inside of my lip.
I’m a good girl. The last thing I want to do is disobey this alpha. I can only imagine the kinds of punishments he has in store for me if I break his rules.
They’d probably make the terrifying punishments from the facility look like child’s play.
So, I get on my hands and knees and crawl inside the cage.
“Good little omega,” he says, his voice mocking.
When he finally slams the door shut after leering at me, I let the tears I’ve been fighting to keep at bay fall silently down my cheeks.