Chapter 35
“Go time,” Sergei said as my cell door swung open. I blinked against the blinding fluorescent light, groaning as I stretched my legs straight out.
“What’s with the special treatment?”
“I just follow orders, inmate.”
I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. On this, he wasn’t obnoxiously chatty? This morning, I’d had the shower all to myself. It definitely had something to do with Greymont Pack, but I’d take the benefits if it meant feeling as clean as I did.
“Do I get another shower? Extra food?”
“You’ll be havin’ visitors today.”
I stiffened, my shoulders hitting the concrete wall and tucking my hands deeper into my pits. I’d showered a few hours ago, and I was still damp; that was how cold it was in here.
“I don’t accept.” I dropped my head back into my arms.
He clicked his tongue. “Well, too bad, but it sounds like whoever wants to see you has some friends in high places because this was a direct order from the warden. So either you get your ass up, or I drag you up.” He continued talking, but I couldn’t focus on his words anymore.
Did they not understand? Them coming was only messing with me more. I gritted my teeth so hard it hurt. Of course they didn’t care after hurting me so much already.
I laughed, the sound close to maddened. I met Sergei’s gaze.
They needed to get it through their thick skulls that I was truly done with them. Words weren’t helping. It had to be something that Alphas would never accept—their Omega stepping out on them.
“Are you ready orrrr . . .”
I pushed to my feet.
“Wait,” I breathed as he prepped the cuffs. “You know how you said you’d be willing to help me out?” I inched closer, sweeping my damp hair over my shoulder, hoping that it allowed my Omega scent to plume.
His eyebrow twitched, and a smirk crossed his features. So close to Sinclair’s but nowhere near as sexy or tempting.
“Yes?” he dragged out the affirmative.
I approached him with one goal in mind: To use this Alpha.
He was on the shorter end, so all it took was lifting my chin to meet his lips. I kissed him, sliding my fingers into his belt. Pulling back so our mouths hovered, I cocked my head.
“How about you let me . . .” I trailed off and undid the button of his jeans while I rolled my lower lip between my teeth. His eyebrows lifted.
“That’s more of a favor to me, yeah?” he murmured, his voice deepening.
“Maybe you can repay it during my heat.”
Half his face was visible from the light coming in from the hall, so his interest was easy to spot.
All Alphas loved a heat.
He didn’t push me away as I shoved his boxers down.
His cock sprang out. Thick and short, the tip of the cock damp with precum.
The pressure in my throat became so much that I had to stop and focus on breathing.
His Alpha scent coated the back of my tongue, but instead of the usual rush of pleasure, it made my throat tight.
“D-don’t you have a Pack?” he breathed, his chest heaving against mine. The swell of anger dissipated the nasty feeling in my throat.
“Does it look like I care?” I leaned forward and took his mouth with mine, running my hand down to his knot. It throbbed under my touch, already so stiff, it strained.
He flicked his tongue against mine, moaning.
I closed my eyes, disassociating, running my hand up his length and then back down. He was nowhere near as large as they were.
Nor did his taste as good. I missed their chocolate scent. I’d just had one night with their scent and taste, and it was already elusive in my memory. I breathed in his Alpha scent. Trying to light the fire in my body.
My stomach turned. I rubbed the base of his knot, and he grunted.
“Shit,” he groaned, and he stiffened even more, the tell of an incoming release. He deepened the kiss, his arm banding around my back to pull me closer.
My stomach turned upside down, but I clamped my teeth together and focused on that warmth. On his body, on his panting breaths.
He grunted, and warmth jutted across my hand, drenching me and his boxers. I didn’t stop rubbing, wringing as much release from him as I could. He slumped against the wall. While he caught his breath, I lifted my cum-coated hand and pressed my palm against my neck where they’d bitten me.
I then slid my hand into my jumpsuit and swiped across the front of my panties.
“Fuck, I love me some Omega,” Sergei groused.
I pressed my hands on his chest.
“Thanks for your service,” I whispered.
“Get the fuck out, Officer Sergei.”
An angry voice whipped through my fog of anger, and I gasped, pulling my hands off his chest.
A big man with glasses stood at the threshold. He approached, snapped the cuffs on my wrists, and grabbed my elbow.
“Your Pack is waiting for you.”
He stared down at me with such judgment, forcing me forward with a hard tug. I stumbled and had to quicken my pace to keep up with him.
This wasn’t the way to the same place as last time. There’s nothing to worry about.
Damn, I didn’t even believe myself.
Some more unimpressive halls.
I walked into a small room. It had two doors, the one I entered through and one across it. The place was clean and bright. It reminded me of the infirmary, except the bed seemed less like a gurney.
“Wait here.” Mustache backed out of the same door.
A loud buzz went through the room, and the opposite door swung open. The three of them shuffled in, and the door slammed behind them.
I could tell when my scent hit them. I could tell when they smelled another Alpha on me. Their faces turned different colors and then went through multiples of them. Molten red, pale . . . blue?
Genuine fear wracked my frame, and I backed up against the other door. I banged on it, but it didn’t open. I swept my attention all over the place, but didn’t see any cameras.
They would kill me here, and no one would ever know.
“Why do you smell of another Alpha?” Sinclair spat. He was suddenly in my face, and it overwhelmed me. I backed up again, ending up against another hard body.
“What did you do?” Kyan asked, his tone low and rough. Elias came in from the other side, blocking my view.
My pulse jumped erratically as I bounced from one furious expression to the next.