43. Luna
Luna
B eing kidnapped sucks, but it’s also boring. I’m not unfamiliar with days spent locked away in a cold, damp basement with nothing but the clothes on my back, but I’ve been spoiled staying with the Ward Pack. Or even my time at the Omega Center.
At the pack house, my time was spent surrounded by what felt like an endless amount of books from Kane’s library, or learning new recipes in their kitchen, or watching videos on the tablet Madden first gave me.
Even at the Omega Center, I spent my days taking classes and learning about how to function alone, both physically and emotionally. I got to figure out what it was like, for the most part, not having expectations, both from myself and from other people.
Now all I have to pass the time is fitful sleep and sending myself into an anxious spiral thinking about what happened to the Ward Pack and what’ll happen to me.
The guards don’t really interact with me. The only time they have was that one time they let me use the bathroom.
The door slams open and Alpha Niall’s burning plastic scent fills the room. My head jerks up from where I was resting it on my knees, curled up into a ball.
His scent is more acrid than usual. He’s upset.
“There’re police sniffing around my properties more than they should,” he hisses.
A flutter of hope sparks in my chest. Did Reyna manage to reach out to my pack? Are they coming to save me? Did they tell the police what’s going on?
“We have to rush things,” Alpha Niall growls.
My hope is instantly shattered as he takes a menacing step toward me.
I don’t know what he has planned, but knowing him, it’s not good.
Especially because this gives the pack less time to find me before I’m moved to a different location.
Or find me before Alpha Niall does something irreversible, like try and start a bond with me.
I know from a class I took at the Omega Center that both parties have to agree in order for a full bond to be formed, but that doesn’t stop alphas from trying. If he did that, that would probably hurt my chances of ever bonding with the Ward Pack. My pack. The pack I want to be with.
“What—what do you mean?” I ask, clenching my hands into fists and pressing them into the backs of my thighs to keep them from trembling.
“Stay still,” Alpha Niall barks.
All the muscles in my body freeze and my pulse starts racing.
I try to fight it, but I can’t. I must be too weak from hunger and thirst. A single water bottle and granola bar can only go so far after what feels like a few days of captivity.
Or maybe he’s right and there’re just certain commands that I can’t disobey as an omega.
He crouches down in front of me, wrenching my neck to the side and pulling out a syringe.
An involuntary whimper leaves my throat at the sight of it. I hate the noise. It makes me feel weak and pathetic. I guess I hate it because it’s a reminder of what I am .
He injects it into my neck. I don’t know whether it’s because this is different than whatever those mercenaries injected me with when they first kidnapped me or because I have less adrenaline running through my system than before, but it hurts.
Instead of the cold I felt pumping through my veins at the sedative from last time, it feels like lava is flowing through my body. It burns.
A gasp of pain leaves my throat and a hand flies to cup the injection site when Alpha Niall releases me from his bark.
“Now then, my little omega whore, will you agree to bond with me?” He growls.
My chest starts to tremble as I start hyperventilating, my entire body starting to feel like it’s burning up. “N—no,” I grit out.
“Ha! I wonder how long you’ll be able to hold out,” he laughs, baring his teeth at me in a crazed grin.
“That drug I just injected you with? It’s the finest artificial heat inducer in the market.
You were biologically made to be submissive to alphas like me.
Why else would you have something like a heat?
Something that turns you into a mindless set of holes, begging for an alpha’s cock? ”
I shake my head, my vision starting to grow hazy around the edges. At first, I think it’s because I’m crying, but I realize my vision is still hazy even after I try blinking the tears away. It must be because of the drugs.
“The only alpha I’ll ever want to bond with is my pack,” I croak out, my mouth going dry. “They’re my scent matches.”
He scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “Scent matches mean nothing. They’re a fairy tale that have no place in reality. I was your mother’s scent match and she still went and ruined herself by getting pregnant with another man’s baby.”
“But—but she was forced to for work,” I sniffle. “You said she was forced to be a prostitute.”
“She was mine !” He roars, his dominance growing so thick in the air it becomes suffocating. It makes me shove myself backward into the wall, even though there’s nowhere for me to go. He takes a breath, seemingly trying to pull himself together. “And soon, you will be too.”
The first wave of cramps hits me and I collapse onto my side. The coolness of the concrete beneath my cheek is a quick reprieve from my skin and body feeling like it’s on fire.
I’ve had horrible, torturous heats with no relief before. The heats I spent being sold to betas seemed endless.
But now, I feel like I’m going to die.
“What—what did you give me?” I croak out.
“So you’re stupid and naive,” Alpha Niall laughs. “I already told you, the finest drug on the black market for artificial heat induction.”
“This—this doesn’t feel like a normal heat.”
“Of course it isn’t. The way this drug is made is truly fascinating. Maybe I’ll explain it to you one day. All you need to know is it’ll make all of your heats, even the ones spent with only betas, feel like a cakewalk unless you submit to me.”
I shake my head. “Why—why does this even exist?”
Alpha Niall shrugs.
“Some people will pay a premium to spend time with an omega in heat. So of course others made it possible for that to be an option at any point in time, regardless of where an omega is in her cycle. It’s got to be strong enough to put omegas right back into heat, once they’ve finished one.”
Another wave of cramps hits me. It feels like I’m getting beat up from the inside of my body. Slick pools between my legs, drenching my panties. A whine leaves the back of my throat. It’s a desperate, needy sound, but I refuse to put into words what my body is screaming for.
Because my body is screaming for an alpha’s knot. For an alpha’s bite. And there’s one right in front of me.
“Ahhh, there’s that delicious sound,” Alpha Niall chuckles. “When omegas are in heat, they crave bonds. And you’ll crave mine. ”
“N—no,” I grit out, through clenched teeth, shaking my head again, pressing more of my face against the cold concrete.
“Well, it’s only been a few minutes, I’m sure after a few hours of this, you’ll submit to me properly.”
It’s felt like an eternity since he injected me with this drug. I don’t know if I can handle a few more hours of this torture.
A cry bordering on a scream rips from my throat.
“You’re just doing this to yourself,” Alpha Niall says, crouching down in front of me and brushing some of my hair away from my face in the most tender gesture he’s ever made towards me. “You know, believe it or not, I don’t enjoy seeing you in this pain.”
“Liar,” I spit out, fighting every instinct in my body to lean into his touch, despite how repulsive I find his stench.
He barks out a laugh.
“I never said I didn’t enjoy seeing you in pain, I said I don’t enjoy seeing you in this pain. I enjoy making you hurt myself. There’s something so cathartic about feeling you fall apart under my touch.”
I jerk away from him.
“Don’t touch me,” I hiss, baring my teeth at him.
I feel like a feral animal. Like I’m going to go crazy. Maybe I’m already halfway there.