Chapter 45
CHAPTER 45
CLOVER
I dream of McKinley making love to me.
I dream of Griffin in the shower, worshipping me between my thighs.
I dream of Vaughn’s cock in my mouth, his eyes looking down on me as he praises me.
I dream of Apollo kissing me as he holds me in his lap.
I dream of being with my pack. Being with the people who have shown me where my home is.
I dream of the happily ever after I ran away from.
I wake up to freezing water splashing me on my face. It soaks from my chest to my hairline and leaves me spluttering, gasping for air as I sit up on the dirty couch that they left me on instead of giving me a room..
What’s happening?
Blinking, I hazily look around wondering what is happening. Where am I-
Oh.
Pack Weaver.
“She’s awake.” A sneer from Jennifer makes me frown. She had dumped water on me last night. Cold water as I shivered in a bathtub upstairs. She had taken me around to look for a bedroom but decided that I deserved the uncomfortable couch instead.
How long had I been out for?
My skin is clammy. It feels uncomfortable and hot. I miss my nest. I miss my pack. I…I’m going into heat.
Oh no. Oh no no no no no.
My heart hammers in my chest. Helpless to the way my body is feeling. It’s worse than the spikes I’ve had before. This has more feelings than before. I’m hotter than I’ve ever been. My stomach has cramps and slick is dampening the panties I’m wearing.
It hurts.
It hurts in places that I haven’t felt before.
A whimper leaves my lips and Jennifer rolls her eyes at me. She’s treating me as if I’m the problem here. It’s not like I’m the one who asked to be abducted by them. My nose scrunches up and I wish I could sneer back. I give it an attempt, but even I’m aware that it falls short.
“Pathetic.” She sniffles, looking down at me, “The Alpha’s had to make a few calls so it’s just you and me, Omega.” She reaches out and I think she’s going to caress my hair like she’s done before.
Instead, she grabs a fistful, yanking me upward so that I’m face to face with her. Her hand tugs harder, my head aches from the way she is tugging my hair at the root. It burns and it makes me want to fight her off.
I’ve grown up by people trying to have power over me. I’ve been in positions like this where my head burns from the way someone touches me.
I’m going to puke.
That’s the only thing I can think of doing as memories fade and the present takes over.
Her scent is all wrong. I’m too hot. The ache is…
“YOU BITCH!” A fist catches me in the nose and mouth.
The coppery taste of blood mixes with the acidic burn of my own vomit, which is now coming from the lilac scent of Jennifer.
She smelled too strong. I couldn’t stop myself.
My face throbs from the pain. It hurts in a way that I can accept. That I know. Some sick part of me wants her to hit me again and again and again. Keep the pain to something that is familiar to me and not the ache on my insides.
Another pain, a slap this time smashes against my cheek. The sting on my skin burns in a way that is separate from my heat. I relish the feeling. Humming as Jennifer lets go of my hair, letting me fall backwards onto the dirty couch again.
“You’ll pay for this. You’re going to pay for all of this.” The threat comes out but I don’t care anymore. Let her threaten me all she wants..
I wish Griffin was here.
Griffin wouldn’t let anyone treat me like this. McKinley would be taking care of me as Apollo and Vaughn found the other two Alpha’s to deal with them.
My pack would help me.
The pack I ran away from.
Why had I been so rash? What did I think was going to come from running from them? Who cares that they were trying to help Marcus? I know how they feel about me. Of course I know.
I had just been greedy. Needy. Wanted more from them. Why had I been so greedy wanting more?
Apollo…
I wish I could scent him. That amber and tea scent of his would calm me down. Ease some of the pain that I’m feeling.
Another whimper comes from my lips as I curl into a ball. There isn’t any blankets or pillows for me to make a nest around me. Nothing to give me any comfort.
How am I going to get out of this?
I’m in and out of sleep.
My dreams morph from craving comfort to nightmares where I’m forced to bond with Pack Weaver. One and off in a hell loop situation.
I startle awake, grabbing at my neck. The feel of a bite there is so real that I rub at it, like that will somehow make the fantasy mark feel better. My fingers checking from grooves of teeth and sighing satisfied that there is nothing.
Blinking, I see that I’m alone.
Faded scents waft around me as I push myself up to stand. My legs shake, feeling like a newborn deer as I take a few steps.
They have untied me, obviously secure about wherever we are enough to give me some freedom from the couch I’ve been on.
Escape.
I have to try and get out of here. My hand is on the door, tugging it open, and seeing there is nothing around. The house is in the middle of a forest.
It’s dark outside, night having settled. Have I been here one day or two?
It has to be at least a day since I was with Griffin working out.
There’s a car, which will do me no good since I don’t have keys or the knowledge of how to drive it. Woods surround the property and I could try and escape through them. Maybe that’s my best chance. If I go to the woods all the scents may throw off their trail.
“What a naughty Omega.” Orion’s hand grabs at my arm making sure I can feel his fingers digging in before yanking me backwards as the door is closed in front of me.
I was so concerned about getting away that I didn’t realize that he had snuck up on me.
His hand slides over my neck, settling against my chest, and locking his hand around my throat there. Instantly my airflow is cut off and I’m wishing I took a deep breath before he touched me.
“I should destroy you.” His words come out in a sneer, “Destroy you for ruining my pack.” There is so much hatred in his voice that I’m surprised by it.
I can’t breathe so responding is out of the question.
He’s flush against my back and I can feel the hardness of his cock pressed into my body. He’s not doing anything overtly sexual and the way he’s holding himself makes me feel like he doesn’t like having a physical response to me.
Weird.
This is all so weird.
And I’m going to die from how hard he’s squeezing my neck.
What a heck of a way to go.
“Jennifer was supposed to be the only female we had in our pack. We were considering a female Omega if we wanted children. Maybe visit a heat clinic and use an Omega-for-hire. Bryce got one whiff of your sugary syrupy scent and said only you would do.”
His thumb presses into my neck and I can feel the whimper that wants to come out. It’s trapped.
Orion lets me take a breath and I inhale deeply. Greedy for air. Needing it-
And he’s choking me again, taking away the short reprieve I had been basking in a moment before.
“I don’t want an Omega. And all of a sudden we had plans to bond you on the down low because they didn’t want their precious freak show Omega who thought she was a Beta courting too soon. Didn’t stop them from sending you to the Council woman’s son. His pack got to fuck you without any complaint about you not being ready.” A gag is stuck in my throat.
Does not getting enough air make you throw up? I feel like I am ready to puke again.
“Then we had to pretend to care about Marcus. Marcus who got close to you and was so desperate to have a good pack take care of him. Marcus who wanted a good life. Marcus who was your friend and had access to you. A pack with two Omega’s, as if one wasn’t bad enough. Bryce was going to do it though. He wanted to take your virginity so badly that he was going to let it override all the logic in his brain.”
Orion’s breath is hot and wet against my skin. It’s uncomfortable how he is talking to me and acting right now. I want to crawl away from him, but I don’t dare move.
His hand loosens and I steal in a few deep breaths while I can. My hand instinctively came up to rub at the sensitive skin that aches from the way he was choking me.
“It would be so easy to just let you have an accident. Take away all the trouble you’re causing us. Except now I can scent you in your heat and my Alpha brain is overriding any logical thoughts I have. Fucking Omega’s.”
Wrapping a hand in my hair he yanks my head back, making a gasp slide from my lips. I hadn’t seen that one coming.
“I’m going to ruin you. I’m going to ruin you so badly that your stupid pack won’t care about you. Marcus won’t care about you. Bryce won’t care about you. You’ll just be a stupid Omega hole for us to use.” He throws his head back, laughing like what he just said is funny, “Maybe you can be the perfect Omega after all.”
His grip on my hair pushes my head forward, slamming it into the door and making everything go black.