Fast Track
Chapter six
Iate with the other omegas that night, sitting at long tables in the cafeteria.
No one talked, focusing on the simple, bland food on their tray.
There was a small piece of chicken, a couple of pieces of lettuce that had seen better days, and a scoop of watery mashed potatoes.
It tasted as bad as it looked, but I choked it down anyway, all too aware of the beta guards with taser sticks walking around.
It wasn't until we were in our dorm again that anyone spoke. One of the women came over to hand me a sheet of paper. "Your schedule."
"Thanks. I'm Olivia."
She just nodded. "I'm Bella. I'll give you one piece of advice and maybe you'll get through this without too much trauma. Do exactly what they say, when they say."
Glancing around the windowless room, I whispered, "Has anyone ever escaped?"
Bella snorted. "Nope. I heard one girl did up north, but that was a while back and they caught her. Don't let anyone hear you. Don't even think about it. You'll be in more trouble than you can imagine."
"Are we all stuck on the heat-den track?" I was curious.
Her face immediately dropped. "Fuck, I'm sorry. No. We're all supposed to be fixed for the fucking second rate packs."
"Is anyone else being sent straight through to the dens?" I was terrified of the answer.
"I only know of a couple of omegas who did it," another woman spoke up. "They were only here for a month."
One month. Four weeks. That's all the time I had to figure out an escape. I climbed into my bed and curled up with the thin blanket, my mind racing as I tried to figure out how to get out of this situation.
As I drifted off to sleep, a warm happiness filled me and I jerked upright, realizing it wasn't my happiness…
it was my ex-alphas' happiness flooding me with joy as they did whatever they were doing.
Just thinking about them made me want to vomit.
I tamped down the bond and blocked them out as best I could.
Unfortunately, that meant staying awake until I was so tired, I fell asleep before their feelings could filter through.
In the morning, we were woken by an alarm and had fifteen minutes to get dressed and ready for the day.
After a quick breakfast of plain oatmeal with a glass of water, we all rushed to our classes, bare feet slapping on the cold tiles.
My first class was Pleasing Your Alpha 101 and it was shocking.
The massive dildos the teacher handed out seemed far too large to be realistic, but we were expected to fellate them with ease.
"No wonder your alphas didn't want you," the teacher scoffed when I struggled to stretch my mouth around the huge green monstrosity I'd been assigned. "How is an alpha supposed to knot your mouth like that?"
"KNOT my mouth?" I stared at her in horror.
A blinding pain jerked my body away from the dildo and I fell to the ground, shaking from the electric shock one of the beta guards had just given me. As I lay gasping, he stood poised, ready to zap me again.
The buzzing faded from my ears. I scrambled up to sit on my cushion again and grabbed the dildo, ignoring that it had fallen to the floor.
I tried again, stretching my mouth until I thought the corners of my mouth would tear.
Tears dripped down my cheeks and I tried to force more than the tip into my mouth.
I failed.
Another zap.
By the fourth zap, I lost control of my bladder and lay gasping in pain and humiliation on the floor. The teacher lost interest and wandered off to harass another student while I sobbed on the floor in a puddle of my own mess.
"Get the fuck up and go get the cleaning supplies," the guard snapped, kicking me harshly in the ribs.
I crawled to the corner where the bucket of cleaning supplies sat and dragged it back to my spot.
It took a few minutes to clean the area up and take the cushion to the laundry.
The class ended and I ran up to the dorm to quickly shower and change before heading to the medical office.
I had no classes, but I did have a medical exam.
The doctor was waiting impatiently when I burst through the doors to the clinic.
"No running in the Center," he said sternly, sounding like he was scolding a child. "Strip down and get on the table."
I looked around for a gown, but there wasn't anything. "Is there a gown?"
"Just take off your clothes and I'll cover you with a sheet," the nurse said.
It was humiliating, but I stripped off my clothes in front of strangers for the second time in as many days and quickly climbed onto the table.
The nurse tossed a sheet haphazardly over me.
It didn't really cover much, but the doctor was already there, pressing down on my sore jaw, checking my eyes with a flashlight, and jotting things down on his tablet.
When he'd finished the main exam, he had me scoot down and popped out the stirrups I was so familiar with.
"Says you're infertile. Did you get that checked out?"
"My alpha… uh, the alpha in charge of my old pack had a friend who was a doctor. He came and checked me a few times."
He grunted and peered between my legs, pushing the speculum into me. "Well, there doesn't seem to be any medical records for you that we can find, so we'll need to do all our own tests. Nurse, take blood samples for all the usual panels."
While the doctor poked painfully around my cervix and took swabs, the nurse jabbed a needle into my arm and drained six vials of blood from me.
"When was your last heat?"
"Four weeks ago."
"And how far apart are your heats usually?"
"I… they gave me injections, so every month."
The doctor jerked, stabbing something sharp into my inner walls and I bit my lip to avoid screaming.
"Every month? Forced heats? For how long?"
"I don't know, almost a year, I think?"
"Fucking alphas, you'll be lucky to have a normal heat again," he snarled, probing deeper. "Those drugs screw up an omega's system for years, decades, even."
"So I'll never be normal?" I asked hesitantly.
"Not likely. We'll run the tests, but there's very little chance you'll be desirable to a pack at this point. Your old alphas made sure of that."
The sharp pain in my chest was all mine, but I let it shoot through the bond. Let them feel what they'd done to me.
I was shaking as the doctor finally pulled out his equipment and stood up.
"We'll get the results back, but I'd say you'll be in the heat dens by the end of the month."
The blood drained from my face, leaving me shivering and sick to my stomach. "Is there any way to avoid it? I can't spend my life in the heat dens."
"Sorry," he said coolly. "There are only two options for omegas: being claimed by a pack or the heat dens. You're completely useless to a pack, even if they didn't want children. Alphas still want heats that they can rut through and without that, you're no good to them."
They both left the room and I quickly dressed, feeling even more violated and hurt than when my alphas had signed off on me. The word pounded in my head. Useless, useless.
My next class wasn't for a few more minutes, but I was wary of the beta guards, so I hurried to the door for the next class and stood with my hands clasped behind me, head down.
That seemed to be the preferred position here, for omegas.
No one had told me anything, but after the near electrocution this morning, I would do anything to avoid another zap.
The omegas filed out of the room in silence and more showed up. I was careful not to be first or last in the group of omegas entering the room, and found a seat to the side. At least this time, we had desks. I was hopeful that meant nothing physical.
This class was ABO Anatomy and we spent the next hour learning about knots and exactly how they worked. It was far easier than the previous class.
My number of classes was somewhat limited since I wasn't assigned to anything about maintaining a home or children.
Instead, my schedule had me loop through stretching, anatomy, and sexual positions, as well as alpha pleasing skills.
There were five classes a day, so each day I took a second class in one of the four options.
Anatomy was my favorite since the betas basically ignored us.
The others were fraught with danger from their electrical rods.
By week three, I was on edge, not sure when I would be dragged to the heat dens. I'd managed to avoid being zapped more than twice in a row since the first day, but I was still terrified of the giant dildos.
With the minimal food on top of how little I'd had during my back-to-back heats, I was skin and bones when I looked at myself in the mirror each night. My hair had gone dull, to match my eyes.
There was no way out. I'd spent every extra second studying the place.
The lack of windows meant it wasn't possible to climb through one.
You had to go out a door and they were all locked with palm scanners and guarded by betas.
If you wandered off the beaten path, they weren't shy about threatening a zap.
As I walked to breakfast one morning, a beta woman strode up and grabbed my arm. "Come on. You're needed in the clinic."
I didn't protest or pull away. I trotted alongside her, my stomach rumbling for the plain oatmeal I was missing.
In the clinic, the same doctor and nurse were waiting to take more blood. They did the full exam all over again and I winced as the doctor shoved his fingers into me and prodded around.
"Is there a reason I needed to do all this again?" I asked timidly when he'd finished up.
"We have to be certain of the results before sending you on. If everything comes back the same, you'll be on the bus tomorrow." He strode out of the room, ignoring the whimper escaping me.
I told the beta that I needed to lie down and went back to my dorm. There was no good reason to take classes today if it was my final day of rest. My future stretched out ahead of me, bleak and full of angry alphas using me.