Chapter 6 Legs O’Bannon
Legs O'Bannon
Mads
Aman, who I can only assume is Legs, stands in the middle of the room with his arms behind his back and a stupid fucking smirk on his face.
His oily black hair is brushed back, revealing a large forehead.
He’s a tall bitch with cigarette-thin legs.
He takes a breath and opens his mouth to speak, and I see the gleam of his pearly white veneers.
Fakest fucking teeth I’ve ever seen. This room is enormous, and the lighting is low, and I can still see his veneers.
“Are you trying to fuck your omega one more time before you bond with Aurora?”
His alpha presence hits my hindbrain, the part of me that tells me to be afraid, and there’s no stopping it. I tremble in his presence in this room. I don’t know this alpha. I’m not surrounded by Oscar or Kol, who give dirty looks and growl at strangers for me.
I know my fear is palpable, and it catches Legs’s attention fast.
“You’re a beta,” he says with an intake of breath.
I try to say something, anything, back to him, but he cuts me off to raise his voice at Locke. “My men said that you had an omega with you. Who is this?” He steps up to us, smelling the air and looking at us inquisitively. “This is a fucking beta.”
“He’s mine,” Locke growls, a real alpha growl. I feel his possessiveness hum through the bond. It makes me feel so fucking good. That’s like sex. Wow. I have to breathe through my mouth.
I suddenly don’t feel like Legs is the most powerful thing in this room. It puts my fear on the back burner.
Pretending he doesn’t feel Locke’s alpha influence, Legs says with a laugh, “You know our deal had nothing to do with betas, right? I know you are slow, Locke, but my God. Or was it that scrambled-eggs-for-brains, Alpha Soto, that bonded him? He doesn’t smell like you. He’s pack. He’s not yours.”
“He’s mine,” he says again with a snap of his teeth. His body pushes me between him and the bars of the cage.
Legs simply walks around to the other side to get a good look at me. Locke moves us. Protecting me again.
“He doesn’t look so good,” Legs tuts. “Is he valuable? Why did you waste your time…I’m curious now, my pet.”
A dark entity lifts its head inside of me. The same one that awoke in that alleyway with Mickey. Legs just called Locke his pet. Locke is not a fucking pet. My eyes twitch, and my hands go cold.
I grip my sanity. We have to get out of here. Now. Before I lose my mind.
“I’m sorry, what’s your name?” I ask as if I don’t already know. I’d rather rip his throat out, but this question is all I can do at the moment.
He gives me a tight smile. “I’m Legs O’Bannon. Lead alpha in this pack house. Who are you?”
“I’m Mads Soto.” I want so badly to reach through the bars and grab onto his long, pale neck. But I’m inert. And so is Locke. While my fear is mostly because of this man’s designation, Locke is afraid of who this man actually is.
“I don’t actually care who you are, beta. Here, betas don’t matter. You are entertainment. Bodies. Chattels. Don’t make me teach you how to behave in my pack house.” Legs’s voice pitches low. “Locke, do you have an omega?” He says omega like it’s not a common word, but something someone made up.
“Yes,” he replies, like he’s in a trance. “Bonded. Last night.”
Bonded, and then she goes into heat, all while we are on the other side of the world.
“Let’s see what Aurora has to say about that,” Legs threatens. What do we care about what some spoiled daughter of his thinks?
He calls out some names, and three men enter the room. Locke grips me tighter. Alphas. Two of them give him knowing smiles. They are packing some serious fucking heat. Guns are strapped to their fronts and sides, as well as chains and whips. Who the fuck are these people?
The trembling in Locke’s hands makes even more sense now. Oh, no, that’s me that’s trembling.
“Bring them with us,” he commands, and then turns and leaves the room.
One man punches in the code to the cage and then uses a key fob on the second lock. The door swings open.
The men crowd us, making my vision black in the corners, and they pull us apart, dragging me between two of them.
An unintended shout escapes me as they put pressure on my leg. My vision goes completely dark for a second. I seethe and breathe through it. The pain makes me regret all the times I cursed my cane and my meds. What I couldn’t give to have them now…