Chapter 7 Pack Parker
Pack Parker
Liora
The days turned to weeks, then to months. The check in from the center never appeared and I assumed the alphas had simply paid someone to look the other way. They wouldn't be approved to keep me in this run-down shack.
They did seem to have some kind of money.
Their truck wasn't the only vehicle they had and they always bought good food for themselves.
Over time, I learned that the four of them owned a gym in town.
That gave them plenty of free time so one of them was always home with me in the early days.
Once they figured I wouldn't take off on them, they brought home a collar and put it around my neck.
"What is this?" I asked, terrified they were going to shock me.
"It's a tracking collar. It will alert us if you take it off or if you go out of bounds. Stay in the house and we won't have issues," Mark warned.
I just nodded, swallowing against the rough fabric of the collar, hating how it felt against the delicate skin of my throat.
The collar partially hid my old bonding bites, which Mark hated to look at.
Despite this, he and all the others refused to bite me.
I wasn't sure why, but I was grateful that they didn't. I had no desire to feel even more alphas in my head and particularly not these ones.
The first day I was alone in the house, I slipped a shirt out of the bottom of one of the drawers and pulled it on, relishing being dressed, however skimpily again.
The shirt stayed on until late afternoon when I took it off, rolled it up and pushed it to the back of the cleaning closet.
When the men got home, I was naked, trying to avoid being spattered by hot grease as I fried potatoes to go with their steak dinner.
"See, told you she'd stay put," Bronson smirked. He was sweaty and smelled even stronger tonight when he crowded up behind me, humping my ass and gripping my breasts as I flipped the potatoes.
The first week, he'd slapped me for pulling away from him, so I knew better than to try and stop him.
Instead, I turned the heat off and moved to the side with him so he could bend me over the counter.
The others followed him until I was a sticky mess, then they went to shower so I could finish up their dinner and serve it to them.
I took my place under the table on my knees, waiting for whatever scraps they might hand me.
It had quickly been established that I wasn't permitted to eat their food, only the bits and pieces they gave me.
Some nights, I got nothing, some nights, like tonight, they were feeling generous. Fingers fed me chunks of gristle and fat that I forced myself to swallow down, knowing there might not be anything tomorrow.
Once dinner was finished and I'd washed the dishes, they expected me to come into the living room and sit on someone's lap until he was finished with me.
Then it was on to the next or off to bed in what they still called the nest. There were no blankets there, so I shivered all night, while the alphas sprawled in sweatpants and sweatshirts, comfortable as could be.
I'd been there for four months when they started to use force on me. Apart from Bronson's slap that first week, they'd never hit me. They were rough during sex, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.
On this particular weekend, I was dragging.
My heat was coming on, my first since arriving in the house and the heat had me sweating.
I managed to get through my morning chores, but by afternoon, the heat flushed my body and I needed some relief.
Leaving their dinner on the table, I muttered an excuse and ran to the bathroom to stand under the cold water in the shower.
A moment later, the door slammed open and Mark stormed in, his dark eyes flashing. "Who told you to shower?"
"I'm sorry, I'm so hot," I whined. "I couldn't stand it. I'm cooler now, I'll come sit under the table."
"You should have been there from the start," he snarled, his big hand flashing out. He caught the side of my head and the force of his swing threw me against the shower wall.
Slipping on the tile, I crashed to the floor, banging my hip. My head throbbed and my ears rang as I lay there, trying to pull myself together.
"It's time you learn some manners," Mark growled. He grabbed my hair and dragged me over the edge of the shower and out into the main room.
"What's happening?" Josh asked, bouncing up from his seat. He looked excited for whatever was about to go down.
"This bitch thought she could run away from her duties."
"My heat is starting," I tried to explain, but his hand smacked me across the face again. I cowered back, dripping wet and scared more than I was in pain.
"Then you tell us, your alphas. We take care of heats, not the shower."
He shoved me into Bronson who happily scooped me up and took me into the bedroom. His smell, already noxious, sickened me with the heightened hormones making my nose particularly sensitive. I crawled away from him on the bed, but he easily caught up to me, pressing his entire body weight onto me.
"What do you do when you're in heat?"
"Come to you," I whimpered, my body already overheating again. My thighs were coated in slick, my body wanting what my mind didn't. Closing my eyes, I focused on blocking the bond and letting my mind drift away, like I did at the heat dens.
This pack didn't let me. They wanted my eyes on them, a willing participant to their depravity.
They thrived on the fact that my body wanted them so badly and used it.
Their business shut down for a full four days while they knotted me over and over again, stretching me wide without any interest in warm up.
Tears ran from my eyes as I scrabbled for the discarded shirts they left nearby, trying to make some semblance of a nest, even if it was with their reeking clothes. My omega side desperately craved softness and safety, but there was none of that here.
When I was pulled out of a deep sleep by Rich yanking my hips up onto his bent knees so he could pound into me early on the fifth day, I realized I felt almost normal.
My heat had broken and I was just sore and achey now.
That didn't matter to the alpha currently ravaging my body.
He finished, his knot swelling to lock us together and I felt like vomiting.
It took everything I had to keep from gagging on the stench that was the bedroom.
Finally, Rich softened enough to pull out and he let my legs and hips fall back onto the mattress, which was now soaked with bodily fluids. "I think she's done."
"Good, let's hope that round got her pregnant," Mark said with a yawn. He stretched and got up while I laid there, suddenly terrified.
What if I actually got pregnant from these alphas? I couldn't imagine raising a child in this situation. The house was barely fit for adults, much less a newborn or toddler.
I'd never been particularly interested in being a mother and now the thought made me ill. How could I reproduce with such horrible alphas?