Chapter 4 #2
Taking a deep breath, I pay attention to where everyone is in the room, and pull my long blonde hair up into a messy bun to keep it out of my face. I’m on edge, and I doubt that I’ll be able to enjoy this now that I’m ninety-eight percent sure the omegas aren’t here of their own will.
The two percent doubt I’m holding onto goes up in flames as I watch a side door open. The door appears to be part of the far wall, which feels odd. There’s no handle on this side to open it.
Fuck, is this some kind of weird cuddle trafficking circle I’m currently complicit in?
I feel really nauseous and my stomach flip flops uncomfortably. Goddamnit. This is what I get for keeping things from my pack, isn’t it?
Sliding my hand into my open bag, I turn my phone back on. My heart rate threatens to increase, but I force myself to continue to breathe normally. The alphas around me could be very attuned to changes in scent and attitude, and I can’t risk that.
I have a lawyer friend who can tell immediately when things are off, while I can figure out when people are lying to me fairly easily. I’m not sure why it took me this long to figure out something was wrong, but that might have more to do with my intense need to get my fix.
It’s my fault I didn’t notice sooner, and now I have to change that.
My fingers brush against the cool metal of my gun, which helps to soothe me better than anything else. I can pull back control whenever I want, I just have to wait for my chance.
Large men walk into the room with curled up bodies against their chests, and my brow raises as they lay them on the ground. There aren’t any blankets where they’re placed, and the omegas look sluggish as they sit up.
“Come here, gorgeous,” an alpha beside me coos to the omega nearest to him. She has long, tangled black hair and she blinks sleepily at him before she begins to crawl to him.
The other alphas in the room do the same, until there are two white-blonde omegas left in the middle of the room. The male curls protectively around the female, and it makes me wonder if they’re related to each other in some ways.
“I won’t hurt you,” I murmur, pulling my purse behind me so it won’t be in the way.
The male appears wary, but the glazed look in his eyes clues me in right away that something’s not right. My eyes move to the other omegas in the room, and I realize that they’re all fucking drugged.
Fuck me, I guess people are going to die today.
“Is there a problem?” the woman from earlier asks, picking up on my murderous vibes. The males that I now realize are guards are gone, and I need them to stay that way.
“No problem,” I say sunnily, shrugging. “There’s always a warming up period with this.”
“That isn’t my experience, but these two can be troublesome. Would you like me to find you a replacement?”
There’s so much vitriol and threat to her words that I immediately shake my head. I have no idea what’ll happen to the omegas in the middle of the room, but I can’t imagine it’ll be good.
My heart clenches at the very idea of these two being hurt, and a fucking growl slips from my lips. I’m a fairly good natured alpha, until you do something to fuck with that.
I’m about to apologize for my lack of courtesy, when the blonde girl pulls away from the male and scurries over to me. The male weakly attempts to grab her ankle, but his hand doesn’t seem to have the strength to hold onto her.
They obviously aren’t being nourished properly, lending again that this racket isn’t legal. Glancing up at the woman as the girl crawls into my arms, I raise my brow.
“You obviously have the magic touch,” she murmurs. Her lips twist in disgust, as if unable to believe that I can “tame” them.
Omegas should never be treated this way. They’re special, and should be given every respect. I want to fucking burn this place to the ground, simply to hear the screams of the people keeping these omegas captive.
“I’ll manage,” I allow, wrapping my arms around the girl clinging to me. Her nose buries itself in my neck, and she whimpers softly.
The male reluctantly crawls over to me with effort, and I wonder if he’s eating or sleeping. There are bags under his eyes, making me believe he doesn’t feel safe here. Well, if I have anything to do with this, they won’t be here long.
Widening my legs so he can get comfortable, he lays his head on my shoulder as his arms wrap around the girl and me.
Glancing up at the woman as if to remind her that her presence is no longer required, I smirk as she blinks at me.
“I’ll be back later. Please keep your hands above the omegas’ clothing and remain appropriate,” she says, leaving the room.
What the fuck?!
The omegas in my arms stiffen, and I purr for them as I rub their backs.
They’re wearing a pair of pajamas, and the girl’s tank top keeps falling off her shoulder, threatening to let her breasts escape.
It’s not warm enough in this room for this type of clothing with the air conditioner blowing, either.
There’s rustling beside me, and I notice that the omegas are trying to scent mark the alphas, and the males all have erections as well.
I’m the only female alpha here, but I would bet that I’m the most dangerous of them all.
The air is beginning to feel heavy, and I shake my head to throw off the sudden desire I feel.
Fuck, I can smell slick, and the omegas in my lap whine as their hands move to squeeze and pinch my nipples through my tank top and mesh bra.
This is wrong.
Fumbling for my purse, I manage to unlock my phone and type out what is probably an incoherent message to Abbott.
Me
Help, drugged, omegas, bad choices. Please.
“Shh. Don’t do that, lovies,” I murmur.
“You smell good,” the male says, his inhibitions beginning to fade away. Based on how protective he originally was even while obviously drugged, I can tell we’re well and truly fucked.
My eyelids hood as he licks up my neck and my breath hitches. His hand pulls down my shirt and bra cup, but it’s the girl whose lips wrap around my nipple.
My cunt clenches around nothing as her wet tongue drags along it, and I have to strangle back the moan threatening to escape.
“Slower,” I whisper, knowing I have to hang onto the last thread of my sanity.
My eyes dart to the other people in the room, and I can see that the male alphas in the room have their cocks out already. One of them catches my attention as he smirks at me, pushing a female omega face down onto his erect dick.
The woman told us not to do anything inappropriate, knowing that there was going to be some kind of drug pumped into the room. Fucking cunt. This feels like some type of scam to coerce more money out of us.
Remembering the male omega told me I smelled good, I bury my face with his platinum blonde hair. The scent of candied apples is enough to make my mouth water, and my brain warns me that this is going to change everything.
It’s all too difficult to process, yet I swallow hard as I inhale his scent deeply. I have to hope that grounding myself in this will help, because moans and whines are beginning to grow louder in the room.
“Alpha,” the girl mumbles, her teeth scraping against the sensitive skin of my nipple. “Bell, she tastes so good.”
Finding my phone again that’s now on the ground, I find that Abbott is blowing me up.
Abbott
Cassidy! Baby, you’re freaking me out. I found your location, and I’m going to kill this receptionist if you don’t tell me where you are.
I’m at the door to the room, Jessika is dead. She begged for her life, but it was forfeit the second she told me you’re currently busy fucking omegas. Shi and Ansel are parked in the alley.
Me
Not fucking… Emergency exit to my right.
The door knob jiggles, and I bite my lip when it doesn’t open. Wonderful, we’re locked in here.
“Can you be very good and help me?” I ask the omegas softly.
“For you, yes. You’re nice. Smell good,” Bell moans. “I feel funny…”
“Me too,” I confess softly. No one is paying attention to me, and one of the omegas is naked and riding an alpha’s cock across the room. It’s clear there’s zero consent here. This is all kinds of fucked up. “My friend is at the door. Don’t freak out when he comes in, okay?”
“They lock the door—”
Abbott swings it open in defiance of his words, looking beautiful with his three piece suit.
The first three buttons to his shirt are open to expose his chest in his signature form.
Fuck. This is doing absolutely nothing to help me settle my desire, and the fact that I haven’t had sex in six months is really messing with me.
I need to hold onto his windswept brown hair while I ride his mouth and beard immediately. Who the hell is he to refuse to fuck me?
“Don’t be upset,” Bell whispers, kissing my lips. I let him, even though I shouldn’t, moaning as his tongue swipes along mine.
The muffled sound of gun shots as Abbott uses his silencer has me holding the omegas tighter to me, trying to shield them from the inevitable deaths surrounding us.
“Can you trust me a little?” I ask against his lips, knowing that I’m asking a lot.
“Winter…” Bell says softly, trying to decide if he can.
I have no idea what he or Winter have been through, yet I need him to accept that he’s coming home with me.
Bell hums under his breath, his fingers pressing under the girl’s chin to get her to release my nipple.
“Maybe. Kiss Winter,” he insists.
Knowing Abbott is watching me, I nod. I’ll explain whatever I need to later, but I’m keeping these omegas. I have this strong feeling that they’re mine, and I’m not giving them up.
“Hey, Pretty Girl,” I rasp, gazing at her blown out pupils and pink lips. I shouldn’t be asking this, not when she looks so fucking high. “Can I have a kiss?”
Her soft lips press against mine immediately, and I let her take control. It doesn’t matter that Abbott is committing murder and he’s freaking the fuck out, his curiosity will stay his hand for at least another forty-five seconds.