7. Luna
Luna
F our alphas. A whole pack.
It was difficult enough emotionally to prepare myself to service two alphas. I can’t stop my body from trembling at the thought of learning how to service four.
The one who first entered the room is obviously the pack leader. While I get the sneaking suspicion that Madden has more dominance, the alpha in front of me oozes a sort of command that screams he’s in charge.
His broad shoulders stretch out the long-sleeved dress shirt he’s wearing and his dark black hair flows back along his head, almost looking wind-swept. His jaw even looks so sharp it could cut glass.
His jaw is also clenched so hard it looks like he’s currently risking breaking a tooth. I immediately notice the spicy notes of his cinnamon scent, twisted with disgust.
My body feels heavy with shame, and I fight the urge to cover myself with my arms. I know better than to hide my body from alphas. I’m an omega, my body exists to please them.
I’ve had people disgusted with me before, like my parents. But having an alpha disgusted with me is new. Especially an alpha this dominant.
But am I really that surprised? These alphas are all used to luxury and extravagance I could never imagine, of course they wouldn’t be happy with someone like me.
The other alpha is the near opposite of the first alpha, with golden skin and dirty blonde hair, messy and sticking up as if he just rolled out of bed.
He’s also wearing nothing but a pair of low-slung sweatpants, leaving the entire expanse of his chest and abs on display.
He’s not as bulky as the other alphas here, with more of a swimmer’s build, but he still has the most attractive body I’ve ever seen.
His ocean breeze scent is fitting, considering he looks like he just walked off a surfing magazine shoot.
His sweatpants also don’t hide how he feels about me.
Well, none of them can really hide their reaction to my naked body, given the air is so thick with pheromones that it’s hard to breathe. At least they’re attracted to me. Convincing them I have worth to them if they weren’t attracted to me would be so much harder.
So this is good.
Or at least that’s what I’m trying to tell myself, as flashes of being torn apart by all the four alphas in this house filter through my head in rapid succession.
Kane pushes past the three alphas standing mute at the doorway of the room, scowling back at them.
“You guys are fucking stupid,” he says under his breath.
With the way he looks at me with pity in my eyes, he definitely saw my silly display to try and be useful to them. Instead of punishing me like he should, for obviously not pleasing his pack, he just moves to Madden’s closet, pulls out a black t-shirt, and extends his hand to me.
“You can get up off the floor, little one. How about you sit on the bed?”
I stand, perching myself on the edge of Madden’s bed, hesitating before taking the shirt. My gaze shifts to Madden and the hallway outside his bedroom. “Did—did you want me to wear those?”
Madden’s entire face, even up to the tips of his ears, grows red and he opens and closes his mouth like he’s struggling to find something to say.
“No? No. No, I didn’t want you to wear those,” he finally manages to say.
I take the shirt with a nod, slipping it over my head. It doesn’t smell as good as Madden’s jacket, just the hint of clean laundry detergent. But not being completely naked is still a comfort. I do feel less vulnerable.
I still remain aware that I haven’t been permitted to wear anything under this shirt though.
As I glance around the room and see the way all the alphas are looking at me, and the hint of lust there, I continue to try to convince myself this is a good thing.
This is my proper place. This is the only way I can get them to protect me.
“Did you have questions, Archer?” Kane says from beside me, angling his body like he’s prepared to protect me, which is a bizarre thought. Why would an alpha go against one of his packmates for me?
My gaze does shoot to the dark-haired alpha. He’s still as intense as when he first came into the room. But now I know his name.
Archer.
Fitting, considering if looks could kill I would fall dead, not necessarily because he looks murderous, but because of how intense he is.
“What’s your name?” Archer growls. Is everything that comes out of his mouth a growl?
“My—my name is Luna, Alpha Archer.”
His scowl deepens at my use of his title, or was it my use of his name? Was Kane not supposed to mention it ?
“Luna is such a sweet name,” The blonde alpha says, casually leaning his weight against a wall. “I’m Chase.”
“Th—thank you, Alpha Chase.”
Chase’s nose wrinkles and he waves his hand in the air. “Just Chase. It’s not like any of us are going to call you Omega Luna around here.”
I’ve never been called Omega Luna before. I’ve been called just omega though, a lot of the betas I serviced during my heats didn’t even know my name.
But it seems like all of these alphas here don’t feel the need to go by their title. I clasp my hands together to try and stop my trembling, my knuckles going white.
“How old are you?” Archer asks, crossing his arms across his chest.
“T—Twenty-one, Alph—” I swallow hard, cutting myself off from calling him Alpha again, because it obviously pissed him off last time. The intensity of his dominance makes it difficult for me to go against all the lessons I’ve been taught. “Twenty-one.”
“You look younger than that,” Archer mutters. “Am I asking hard questions?”
“N—no.”
“Then stop freaking out,” he says with a deep sigh. “Are you registered?”
“I—I don’t know what you’re asking,” I answer. My voice remains small and uncertain, no matter how hard I try to just answer his questions like a normal person. My weakness just seems to piss him off even more.
His gaze grows sharp before he turns his glare onto Madden and Kane. “You brought an unregistered Southside omega into our home?”
“What would you have rather us do?” Kane growls, matching Archer’s defensive stance.
Archer just rolls his eyes before settling his gaze on me again. “When did you first go into pre-awakening?”
“I was fifteen.”
“So you’ve managed to go about life undetected for six years?” He grunts.
All I can do is nod, because that’s the truth.
“How? Suppressants?”
What are suppressants?
“I wasn’t—I wasn’t allowed outside,” I answer, my inability to comprehend the things he seems to think are basic knowledge weighing heavy on my shoulders.
His gaze sharpens on all the dried blood on my bare legs and lifts upwards as if he’s imagining the colorful network of bruises marking my body underneath Madden’s shirt.
His cinnamon scent twists, his anger and disgust clear once again. “Who did this to you?”
I’m frozen in my seat, unable to make my voice work. He hasn’t used his bark, but his dominance is so strong it’s sending my mind spinning with fear. Alpha anger means pain for me. All of these alphas are obviously so much stronger than me. They’re also bigger than Alpha Niall.
I feel the burn of tears behind my eyes when I remember the amount of pain Alpha Niall could cause. What are these alphas capable of?
“You should chill out, man,” Chase says to Archer, rolling his eyes. “You’re freaking her out.”
I brace myself for a blow when Archer’s hand lifts, but he just scrubs it down his face, letting out a deep and tired sigh. “Sorry,” he grunts, his jaw clenched.
My surprise is probably obvious on my face. I don’t think I could hide it if I tried my hardest. Why is he apologizing? He’s an alpha. I’m an omega. Plus, I’m an omega who didn’t follow his instructions. I haven’t answered his question and he’s the one apologizing?
“Just tell me this then,” Archer huffs, turning his gaze back to me. “What do you want from our pack?”
Kane growls from beside me, glaring at Archer. “You may be the pack leader but you’re acting fucking ridiculous right now. Look at her. What kind of evil plans do you think she has?”
I shrink down, doing my best to curl in on myself and hide from all the competing alpha dominance.
“It’s just a question,” Archer growls.
“Just give her a break, an interrogation isn’t what she needs right now,” Kane shoots back.
I reach out, brushing my hand against the hem of Kane’s shirt.
“It—it’s alright,” I say, doing my best to offer him my attempt at a reassuring smile that probably looks more like a grimace.
I turn to meet Archer’s gaze, swallowing hard and trying to steel my spine.
“The last thing I want is to cause your pack trouble.” I’ve never had people so intently interested in what I want.
My throat closes up, making my words sound strained. “I just want to be safe.”
Madden and Chase’s expressions soften as they look at me, which is a good sign, but Archer’s gaze is still as intense as it’s been.
“I promise I’ll do my best to prove my worth to your pack,” I say, scrambling to find something to say that will please him. “I’ll be a good omega. I’ll do my very best to please you, I’m a quick learner and I know I don’t look like much, considering what you’re probably used to, but I promise?—”
“Stop. Just stop,” Archer sighs.
I flinch. I can’t help but wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to find some semblance of comfort. Archer is the pack leader. If I can’t please him, there’s no guarantee I won’t be thrown out into the cold with nothing, not even the shirt I have on my back.
“Do you want to stay with us?” He asks.
I don’t know how to answer that. I don’t know what answer he’s looking for.
I know I don’t want to be thrown out into the cold. I don’t want to run into any more alphas who may not be as kind or generous as this pack here. Which I guess means I do want to stay with them, at least for a little bit.
But why would they even want an omega like me?
Even if I knew the answer he wanted to his question, my throat closes as the tears I’ve been trying to hold back fall down my cheeks.