Chapter 11
Kasey
A sharp knock cut through the quiet of the house. The chair beneath me suddenly felt too small, too exposed. My hands tightened in my lap until my fingers ached.
The Alpha looked up from the table like he’d been expecting it.
My stomach dropped.
I kept my eyes on the table, breathing shallowly through my nose. The footsteps moved towards the front door, steady and unhurried. The Alpha’s voice followed, yet it was too far away for me to catch what was spoken.
The air shifted when they entered the kitchen. I felt it before I saw anything. The presence of another Alpha, heavier, older, carrying a kind of authority that made my spine lock straight.
I forced myself to look up.
The man wasn’t tall, but he filled the doorway like he belonged there. Dark coat, medical bag in hand, eyes sharp in a way that made me want to fold in on myself. He didn’t smile. Didn’t soften. Just…looked.
I instantly dropped my gaze.
My pulse hammered in my ears. My throat tightened. My body wanted to kneel, to show compliance, to avoid whatever attention he might give me.
“Kasey, this is Alpha Moore. He’s a doctor, here to check on you.”
Check on me?
My stomach twisted, nearly purging the food that I had just eaten. I didn’t know what that meant, and I didn’t know what he expected of me.
Was I to kneel? Was I submitting to two Alphas? Was I following the rules the owner of this house already gave me?
Alpha Moore stepped closer, slow, and careful. Not looking but not giving me much space either. I felt the weight of his attention settle on me like a hand on the back of my neck.
“Kasey.” My name was spoken gently, like he cared. “I’m not here to hurt you. I just need to check you over and make sure you’re physically well.”
I was far from well. Sure, on the outside, I looked just like any other Omega possibly could, minus the number of marks that covered my body. But inside, that was a mess of lava and ash that was kept under a tight lid, so I didn’t blow.
I nodded anyways, because anything else would have been punishable.
The Alpha that bought me moved to stand beside the table, a steady presence that for some reason soothed something in me.
“You’re safe,” he murmured, giving me a small smile that didn’t reach his eyes when I glanced up.
The words made my chest tighten painfully. I didn’t know how to believe them, but I held onto them anyway because they were all that I had.
Alpha Moore sat his bag down on the table, right in the middle. The soft click of the metal latch made me flinch.
“Let’s start simple. I just want to talk.”
Talk?
I could do that. Maybe. If my voice worked.
“I’ve taken care of many Omegas over the years.
Omegas who have been hurt. Omegas who are scared and overwhelmed.
Omegas just like you.” Alpha Moore’s voice was soft, almost like he knew everything that I’ve already gone through, and what I’d have to deal with.
It almost made tears gather, but a hard blink forced them back.
Alpha Moore pulled a chair from around the side of the table and sat next to me. The scrape of the wood on the tile made my shoulders jump. He didn’t sit right away, instead stood there behind the chair with both hands on the back.
“May I sit?” He asked.
The question startled me more than if he’d simply taken the seat. I nodded once; afraid any hesitation might be the wrong answer.
He lowered himself into the chair with calmness, like he was trying not to spook me.
The Alpha who had control over me stayed close, leaning against the counter within my sight. One quick glance at him was enough to remind me of my place.
Alpha Moore folded his hands on the table, where I could clearly see them. “Kasey, I’m going to ask you a few questions. Nothing invasive. Just to understand how you are doing.”
Questions were dangerous, and not a game I cared for too much. I’d have to be careful on how I answered, if I even answered at all.
“How are you feeling right now?”
I opened my mouth, but nothing came out.
I had no answer, not really. There were no words to describe the way my entire body buzzed with a simmering need with fear like no other was right on top.
So, I just lifted a shoulder, unsure how to answer.
He just nodded like he expected that answer. “Alright. Can you talk?”
Uhm….
I didn’t know that answer, either. It’d been a long while since I used my voice other than to cry, but I wasn’t sure that counted.
Flickering a gaze towards the Alpha across the room, my cheeks heated, finding him looking at me.
“Evander…your Alpha,” he tilted his head towards said Alpha, “Said you were overwhelmed, which is expected.”
He turned fully towards the other Alpha, speaking to him as though I wasn’t even in the room. And somehow, that made it easier. Easier to breathe. Easier to sit still. It was easier to pretend none of this was about me.
Being ignored was familiar.
I kept my eyes on the table, letting the voices blur into a low hum. The doctor’s tone was calm and clinical. The kind used for charts and symptoms.
“He shut down earlier. I didn’t realize what was happening until after, but also,” there was a pause before the sound of pills rattling in a bottle echoed around their room. My gut sank.
I didn’t want any more of those. Ever.
“Alpha Lockswell insisted I take these with me with my purchase.”
Alpha Moore stood from the chair, and that tiny bit of space let me take a deep breath. But that only lasted for half a second before everything crashed down on me like a tidal wave.
I wasn’t here to be looked at. I was here to serve. To serve whoever wanted my body. My mind was already gone, taken by others already. There was no hope there.
But I could serve these two Alphas. I would, even though I wanted anything else.
The buzzing of need began to boil under my skin. The need to submit. The need to please. Just…need. It was stronger than forcing air into my lungs.
“Drive Hold. Supposed to help Omegas kind of stimulate how a heat would be, if Omegas had them. But the side effects are anything but good. Sure, it works to boost the sex drive of the one taking these, but they can last up to seven hours, longer in some cases. Side effects are dissociation, difficulty focusing, shakiness, lack of appetite or even nausea, tiredness, heightened obedience, just to name a few.”
The next words never reached me. Everything around me thinned out, sound fading until it was nothing but a distant hum. My mind slipped blank again, the way it always did when the pressure built too fast for me to hold it back.
I tried to fight it, tried to stay here, in this room, at this moment, but the pull was too strong. It always was. The harder I clung to the present, the quicker it dissolved between my fingers.
That familiar burn rose in my chest. A tight, overwhelming rush that swallowed thought and sense alike. I hated it. Hated how automatic it felt.
But like every time before, resisting was useless.
All I could do was surrender to the wave and hope I resurfaced on the other side.
Slipping free of the chair, I dropped to my knees without a sound.
The movement was automatic, practiced, something my body remembered even when my mind didn’t.
In the next breath, my hands moved on their own, tugging up the shirt over my head and letting it fall beside me as I settled into the posture I’d been shaped into.
It started with the sound of the bottle.
A sharp rattle that made every muscle in my body lock up. I didn’t know what it meant then, not really, but the other Omegas did. Their eyes went flat; their shoulders curled inward. One of them whispered “not again” before a handler snapped at him to be quiet.
I didn’t understand why everyone suddenly looked afraid. More than normal.
When the pill was pressed into my hand, I hesitated. Just a second. Just long enough for the handler’s fingers to tighten around my wrists.
“Swallow.” The word was cold and final.
I obeyed.
The taste was bitter, chalky, sticking to the back of my tongue even after I forced it down. For a moment, nothing happened. I thought maybe it was just another supplement, another vitamin, another thing to keep us regulated.
It didn’t take long to take effect. Maybe ten minutes, if that.
The heat hit.
It started low in my chest, a slow burn that spread outward like someone had lit a fuse beneath my skin. My breath caught, vision blurred at the edges, and my heart kicked hard against my ribs.
I didn’t know what was happening. I didn’t know why my body felt like it wasn’t mine anymore.
The handlers watched and studied. They took notes.
I remember reaching for something. Maybe it was air, balance, anything, but my hands couldn’t stop shaking. My thoughts scattered, slipping through my fingers faster than I could grab them. Every sound felt too loud. Every breath was too shallow. My skin was too tight, and everything was too hot.
I tried to speak. I tried to ask what was wrong with me. But no sound came out.
The world narrowed to sensation. Overwhelming. Relentless. Impossible to escape.
My mind kept trying to pull away, to shut down, to hide somewhere deep where none of it could reach me.
But the pill wouldn’t let me.
I remember sinking to the floor, not because I was told to, but because my legs simply gave out. Because the need that began to simmer, demanded that’s what I do.
The handlers didn’t help. They just watched, murmuring to each other about response time and tolerance.
I felt humiliated. Exposed. Terrified.
And worst of all, I had no control over any part of my body. My dick was hard, begging for attention that was denied. My throat was dry, demanding something, anything, to soothe the ache inside of me.
My thoughts drifted, and all I had left was the full need to serve, to take what was given, and cry tears of desire.
When the burn finally eased hours later, I was shaking so hard I couldn’t stand it. I was dehydrated, aching in a way I didn’t understand, and wanted relief only a handler or Alpha could give me.
I didn’t know that was just the beginning.