Chapter 44
CHAPTER 44
CLOVER
B eans and Biscuits.
I am not in a good situation.
After being punched in the face, I wake up in the back of a SUV. It’s very much like a bad, made for TV movie. Duct tape is over my mouth, my hands are bound in zip ties, and something is over my eyes so that I can’t see.
It’s obvious we’re driving somewhere from the way that the vehicle is bouncing over potholes. Driving is good because it means that we can’t be getting that far away. If I was on a plane somewhere I would be way more worried. Not that I’m not concerned about the situation I’m in.
I am very concerned.
My scent spikes as the fear rushes through me and I’m sure that they can scent the burnt lemon scent of it coming off me as I wake up.
“She’s awake.” A female voice speaks and someone swears.
“We’re almost to the house.” That’s Orion’s voice and I whimper, trying to shrink down.
Not a big fan of a grown Alpha hitting me. Not a big fan of anyone hitting me if we’re being honest.
How long have I been out for? Maybe they did get me further away from everyone than I realized.
A big bump makes my head smack hard against the carpeting. Nausea rolls up my throat and I take several deep breaths in my nose because the last thing I want to do is choke to death on my own vomit.
The sound of gravel rattling under the tires as we bounce along. They’re obviously all insane because they don’t even have the radio playing as they drive. Just pure silence in the vehicle.
Another turn and then someone slams the brakes too hard, making my body roll backwards in a weird position before tumbling forward again. They should take the lessons that Griffin gave me. They need it more.
Doors slam and the trunk opens. I’m lifted up, pulled against the cigarette scent of Bryce. I wonder if they can really have a scent match if they smell this awful. Surely, I am not the Omega for them. That I am certain about.
“You’re sure this place is secure.” Bryce asks as I’m settled down on something.
It’s a lot gentler than I expected him to be so I don’t move or do anything that could possibly get more negative attention on me. The last thing I need is more violence. Especially since I know he has no problem hurting me.
“My family doesn’t use this house. It was foreclosed on and has been sitting empty for years. I just knew where the spare key is because we always keep the key by the garage in our other properties.”
Ugh . I hate Orion.
Lilac scent burns my nose and my blindfold is tugged off. Jennifer meets my eyes, wincing slightly when she looks at me and giving a look over her shoulder.
“You made her ugly.”
“I made her compliant.” Orion snaps back, but he doesn’t look at me. Maybe seeing a woman bruised by his fist doesn’t do it for him.
He walks away, looking around the dusty living room that we’re settled in.
The place is furnished. A term that is very loosely being used to explain the dilapidated place that they have managed to kidnap me too.
Everything is covered in sheets, like it was packed up years ago and people forget to come back and get the things they left behind. A thick layer of dust is settled over the coverings. There is some drywall that has fallen from damage in the ceilings, probably from a leak. The whole place smells dirty.It’s not just dirty, but moldy and wet. A soul musty scent like animals have been making this home while it wasn’t occupied by people burns at my nose.
My nose twists up and I sneeze from the scent getting into my senses.
I’m going to be sick.
“Shit. Don’t puke!” Jennifer screeches at me, jumping back like I have the plague.
Orion makes a sound of annoyance, before stepping closer, and ripping the duct tape from my lips. It hurts so badly that I want to scream, but I’m too busy sucking mouthfuls of stale air in so I don’t puke.
I can’t puke.
It will just make everything smell worse.
“You have caused enough trouble. You’re going to sit and be a good Omega for us. We’re going to figure out what happens next soon enough.” Bryce snarls at me.
Orion is just staring at me, his mouth a strange line as he stares at my battered face.
I haven’t looked in the mirror yet. From the way that my face is aching I’m sure whatever greets me isn’t going to be a pretty sight. It’s not the first time that I’ve been hit in the face. Hopefully it is the last.
My chin raises slightly. I want him to look at me and see what he’s done. I want him to look at me and feel guilty for hitting me like he did.
Orion grabs my chin, turning my head from the left to the right. He makes a sound in the back of his throat before a smile pulls across his face.
Leaning forward, I see all the malice that dances in his eyes as he looks at me.
“Now that I know how pretty you look in purple and black, I’m going to make sure I dress your whole body in those colors.” He squeezes my chin so tightly I want to cry out.
I’m trying to be strong. Trying to show him that I’m not terrified by what is happening, but it’s clear we both know that’s a lie.
The pain from him pressing on me becomes too much though and I see the black dots entering my vision. He’s going to make me pass out from pain again.
I fight with myself to stay awake. Trying to fight through it all so that I can survive this.
He’s too strong, though. The darkness blankets me, covering me in its protective layer like it knows that I need something to hide me from the situation that I’m in.
“She’s burning up.”
“It’s her heat.”
“We don’t have a nest here.”
“She’s not even our real Omega. Who cares if she doesn’t have a nest? She still has holes to take knots. She’s obviously already broken in.”
“I want to ride her face when you knot her.”
“I want her ass.”
“I wonder if she’s taken all those knots. Hopefully she’s not too used up.”
I want to not be in this situation with the world’s worst pack of people. Yet here I am, groaning as I feel sweat dripping down my forehead.
What a terrible time to be an Omega.
“You need to drink water and eat something.” Bryce’s voice has me blinking awake as I look at him.
I’m still on the dusty old couch in the filthy house that they decided to hide in.
Part of me wants to tell them that my pack is going to hunt them down and punish them for taking me. Part of me wonders if Pack Mathers is mad at me for running away from them and won’t come for me. Maybe they think that I left willingly and that I didn't come back.
I shiver at the idea that no one could be looking for me. That I ran away because I was upset and put myself in this dangerous situation that I might not get out of.
I’m not even a good Omega. Maybe I don’t deserve to have a good pack. Maybe I do deserve the treatment that I am getting from Pack Weaver. Maybe this is what being an Omega really is like.
My mind whirls as emotions twist around in my stomach.
Water is held to my mouth as I drink it down, swallowing it down like a mad woman. I miss all my tumblers of water with straws and ice that they are always pushing at me. I never expected to miss forced hydration so much in my life.
The water is taken away too soon and instead a sandwich of just white bread and peanut butter is half shoved to my mouth.
“If you bite me I’ll let Orion pull out a tooth for every mark your teeth make in my skin. If you lose them all, so be it.” Bryce warns me before shoving too much sandwich further in my mouth.
I hate the way peanut butter tastes without something else to make it bearable. It’s so dry and makes it harder to chew and swallow it down. I’m not going to complain. Not only would they not care, but they wouldn’t listen to anything that I say to them.
“After she eats Jennifer can help her wash off. We should try to sleep a bit before her heat really hits. We’re going to claim her?” Orion looks to Bryce to get confirmation on that.
Bryce’s mouth twists in a cruel smirk.
“No, I don’t know if she deserves to be bonded into our pack. She already let the others have her first. We can see her through her heat and then maybe keep her as a pet. It’s not like she has any family looking for her. Plus, once Pack Mathers finds out how we used her during her heat they’re not going to want anything to do with this dirty Omega.” He shoves more of the terrible sandwich in my mouth as I try to swallow it.
Are they really going to take advantage of my heat and me like this?
Sure, they don’t exactly have a moral compass but still. This feels extreme even for the bad guys.
“Can I play with her if I get to clean her up?” Jennifer tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. Her fingers are trying to touch me as I shrink away from her.
How did they manage to form a pack with three of the worst people on the planet? It’s a talent and a curse that they were able to attract the blackest of souls to be packed together.
Bryce shakes his head.
“No, she doesn’t deserve any relief from her heat yet. Just clean her up so that she doesn’t stink when we fuck her.” He doesn’t give me more water after feeding me half of the terrible sandwich.
His eyes are staring into mine as if he is trying to read me.
I haven’t cried nearly as much as someone should in this situation. I think all the tears that I would have cried in my life have been scared out of me from my youth. Now I can only cry with people I feel safe with.
This is anything but a safe situation.
“Wash our Omega and then bring her to bed. We can tie her up so that she doesn’t try anything when we’re sleeping. Put her in her own room. I don’t want to wake up and hear her being a needy slut.” Sneers Orion, walking away from the living room.
Bryce follows after him, shooting a look over his shoulder before heading up the wood stairs. He leaves footprints in the dust, marking the way that he is going.
Jennifer groans out in annoyance.
“If you even think about giving me any trouble I’ll make your life an absolute nightmare, Omega. I don’t have any time to play with you. I’m tired and want to get some sleep before we get to enjoy your heat.” She yanks me up, leaning in to breathe me in, “And make no mistake, we are absolutely going to enjoy your heat. You might not, but you’ll be good for my pack. Or else.”
I whimper as she shoves me forwards.
I miss being home. I miss feeling safe. I miss my pack.
What have I done?