Chapter Thirty
This fucking Alpha.
The nerve Olis has believing a demand just short of an Alpha-bark would get me to submit to him.
But fuck, if it isn’t one of the hottest things I have ever heard.
Slick drips down my thighs as I hang in the centre of a fully cemented room. There is a strong smell of blench that clings to the room … along with the scent of blood and piss.
Its a dizzying feeling to know that you are being fucked raw in the torture room of the Mafia. Even more so that the Capo is the one who has your knees trembling for him.
Even as I dangle here completely at his mercy, there isn’t a chance in hell that I am not going to submit to him.
Not this fucking easily.
No, if he wants me to bend to his will. He is going to have to make me.
Telling him exactly that has us both pausing for a moment. I’m not ready for him to move.
Within seconds, he grabs me by the hips, flips me so my back is to his chest, grips my hips and slams his cock back into my pussy.
I scream, my back bowing as pleasure courses through me.
“That's it, my little Omega slut. Bend that fucking back and give yourself to me. Show me just how fucking thirsty you are for my cock.”
I do exactly that, becoming his little whore as I take every single thrust.
But it's not enough. I need more. More of him.
Feeling the need to be a brat, I turn my head, meeting eye contact with my Alpha.
“Is that all you got? I thought you were going to take me. To show me that I am yours.”
Shrugging my shoulders, I level him with a look. “Maybe I need to go find someone else.”
Olis’ hand wraps around my throat before I finish the sentence. Any kind of further retort is cut off as is my oxygen.
Keeping my back bowed, he brings us closer together so his face is beside mine.
“Such a bratty little slut. Don’t you think I can feel the way your pussy flutters for me? That I can’t feel just how much you are loving this?”
Gritting his teeth, he growls deeply, “Now, shut the fuck up and take my knot like a good Omega.”
My mouth opens in a silent scream as he shoves his knot so deep inside me, it's impossible to know where I end and he begins.
An orgasm hits me at the same time as he bites down on my scent gland. A mixture of emotions flood me as my newly forming bond increases my pleasure tenfold, my voice becomes hoarse as I scream my Alpha’s name.
I feel the chains bruising my skin, my bones riot against the pressure I am putting on them.
But I don’t care. Because Olis claimed me.
A man that has done nothing but support me and care for me from the moment we first met.
I have an Alpha.
A pack.
A real home.
Tears begin to stream down my cheeks. I hiccup a sob as emotion barrels down on me.
I never thought that I could have this. That I would be able to genuinely be happy to be a packed-up Omega.
But fuck, I am.
Because I am so irrevocably in love with these three Alphas.
“Fuck, Valley. Baby. Are you okay? Fuck, it was too much. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
Olis fusses with the chains still holding my arms above my head. My limbs ache as they finally drop, the blood rushing back into them after being denied for so long.
Olis wraps me in his arms the best he can as I all but hang on his knot. After a claiming bite and sex, there’s no way that thing is going down any time soon.
My head rests on his shoulder as I continue to cry.
Olis carries me over to a chair in the corner of the room, the old wooden frame creaking under our combined weight.
Olis’ hands begin to travel over my body, his attention focusing majorly on the redness on my wrists.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I fucked up. I got too caught up in the moment,” he mutters, continuing to gently rub my skin.
I shake my head and clear my throat, “You didn’t hurt me, Olis. It’s the bond. It's the fact that you are mine. That finally, I have a pack. One that I love.”
Olis’ breath hitches in his chest, his hands freeze. Turning my head, I find him already looking at me. His eyes are blown wide; his mouth dropped in disbelief.
“I love you, Olis Duran. So fucking much. You saved a part of me that I thought was damaged beyond repair.”
A single tear drops down the Alpha’s face as he snaps out of his stupor.
“You say that I saved you but sweetheart, you saved me. I was numb before you. I spent years believing that I would die alone. That my chance of happiness was taken from me to pay for my sins.”
He smiles, a look that is so breathtaking on him, it breaks my heart a little.
“But you changed everything. You healed my heart.”
Lifting a hand up, he pushes hair out of my face.
“I love you, Valentina Duran.”
My eyes blow wide at my new last name. I never was particularly attached to my last name after having it ruined for me by the Andrews pack, so it feels nice. In a new and slightly scary way.
But after all these years, I’m ready. Ready to finally be happy.
A grin stretches across my face as I embrace the club. It feels like a lifetime since I have been here, when in hindsight, it's barely been a fortnight.
Luna’s face lights up the moment that she sees me—even more so when she catches the men at my back. After my heat, I knew I had to come clean to my best friend at some point.
It was time for me to be honest with her.
She took it surprisingly well. I think there was a part of her that maybe knew the entire time.
Running up to me, she envelopes me in a hug before pulling back with a slight disgruntled look.
“Damn, I thought being an Omega would mean that your scent would be out on display now.”
I roll my eyes as Cal growls, the Alpha pulling me into him. “That scent is ours.”
After Conall and Vic found the claiming bite on my neck, they have barely left my side. I think it has something to do with only just having had my heat and only been bitten by one of their pack brothers.
Or they are just over protective bastards.
I think it may be the latter.
I push him away, rolling my eyes at the caveman behaviour. I grab Luna’s hand, dragging her along behind me as I head to the dressing room.
“Fucking brutes, the lot of them,” I grumble, frowning at their protests.
*
The club is already packed by the time I get out on the floor. Against my regular first night tradition, I decide to wear something a little bit simpler.
A black sequined bodysuit with a cut out over the stomach gives the illusion of a bikini, crisscrosses over my chest into a halter neck. I am by far one of the most modest dancers tonight but that does nothing to distract from what I have allowed on display.
Other than my claiming bite, of course.
It hurts to cover up the one thing I wish to show off for the world but Olis and I both know if I want to continue dancing, I will have to sacrifice these things.
Doesn’t make it suck any less.
My scent was the next thing that had to go. While I’m not taking my heat suppressants anymore—seeing as that train is now long gone—scent-neutralizers are still a must.
My schedule for tonight is quiet, which is unexpected.
Normally I would have had a few privates booked by now. But there's nothing apart from my stage sets. I have a sneaking suspicion it has something to do with the three Alphas in one of the dark corners of the room.
The moment I walked out of the dressing room, I could feel their eyes on me. It's a heady feeling having their attention on me. It makes thinking fucking hard.
Like the fact that I need to somehow come up with two different stage sets that I haven’t done a second of practice for.
I need to ask one of my Alphas if they can set up a pole for me in the gym that I can use to practice on.
Before them, I used to come into the club early or go around to Lulu’s and practice. Now with everything that’s going on, I doubt those two options would even be considered. We can’t become lax just because of the title that my men hold.
That would be naive of us.
Instead, every moment we are outside of the gates of their mansion, we are automatically on edge.
Vic has even mentioned moving his boys and Kennedy back in so both of us Omegas are safe. Knowing that Kennedy is pregnant had me agreeing with them without a second thought.
I shake myself out of my thoughts in time to hear my name being called up onto the stage. For a moment, nerves hit me but I push through them as I make my way up the stairs.
The stage is dark, the lights completely dimmed as I make my way to the pole.
Deciding to add a little flair to my dance, I grip the pole and flip myself to the dragonfly pose. The moment I nod my head, the music flares to life, as do the lights in the room.
They illuminate my figure, highlighting the curves and dips of my body.
I spin for a moment before I lift my body back up and begin to spin around the pole into a carousel. The crowd cheers and I can’t help but smile as I contour my body into the next move.
I continue to work the pole as the music inclines. Money is thrown across the stage as I continue to tease the front row, who are all but panting.
But this dance isn’t for them. It's for my Alphas.
Eventually, I slide to the floor with grace that I once struggled with when I started dancing. Now, it's as easy as my next breath.
I become lost in the sway of the music and the peace it offers me. After the stress of these past few weeks, it's nice being able to close my eyes and just be in the moment.
That is until the entire room goes dark.
The sounds of gunshots echo throughout the room. Shouts join the chaos as the patrons and dancers scream and run.
Pained groans sound from around me as bullets hit their targets.
“Valley! Valentina!”
Conall’s terrified voice reaches me, filling me with fear as I try to get my bearings.
I go to call back out to him but the scent of rotten apples freezes in place. A dark chuckle from behind me has my stomach threatening to spill its contents. My body goes uncharacteristically still as hands grip me, pulling me off the stage.
I don’t realize I am crying until a fist hits the side of my cheek.
“Fucking pathetic. You had the balls to try and kill me all those years ago and now faced with your failure, you turn into a sobbing mess.”
The sound of Scott Andrews' voice is a living nightmare.
One I thought I had escaped.
I thought I was safe.
But I was wrong.
“You and your used-up cunt are going to fucking pay for what you did to us. For what you did to my brothers,” he grunts, his grip on me tightening.
Bile rushes my throat. Attempting to bend, I empty my stomach contents off the side of the staircase I am being dragged down. Scott recoils, dropping my body and allowing me to fall the last few steps.
I don’t allow myself even a second to get my bearings as I stumble to my feet. I curse my heels as I begin to run but am quickly stopped by a strong grip on my hair.
I scream as Andrews pulls me back into him.
He chuckles darkly as one hand wraps around my stomach, the other holding my head back to his shoulder.
“My scared little mouse finally found her fight. It's going to be fun breaking you all over again.”
I scream and struggle against him even as a hessian bag is pulled down over my head. The scent of rotten vegetables is nauseating but I don’t stop fighting.
Not as I am dragged out of the club and into the frigid night air. Not even as I am thrown into the back of a van and smashed into the metal walls.
I won’t stop fighting.
Not this time.
This time, I will fucking win.