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Flames licked beneath my skin, scorching me from the inside out until I was nothing but ash and need. A keening sound scraped up my throat as I tried to wrap my arms around my waist, but there was no use. I was pinned to the bed, my arms stretched painfully above my head where they were handcuffed to the crude metal bars of the headboard. My ankles were similarly chained to the matching footboard, and every flinch of my limbs made the metal-on-metal scrape together in a way that set my teeth on edge.
It was early March and I should’ve been a block of ice since the night air dipped below freezing. But usually Logan was here with me.
My gaze jerked to the small pallet bed shoved into the corner.
Logan.
I whimpered, wondering where they’d taken my only friend in this hellhole. Logan was all I had left. He was so sweet and innocent in so many ways. The idea that he was with the Shepherds…
I’d seen the utter terror in his eyes as Shepherd Hayden had come to collect him. But I’d been in too much pain to put up much of a fight. As soon as they’d left, another cramp had sent me to my knees. Slick dripped from my aching pussy, and without thinking, I’d pushed my hand between my legs.
The High Alpha had come in to see me and started shouting when he caught me riding my fingers. Within minutes, a pair of beta guards came in and chained me to the bed so I couldn’t get any sort of relief.
“You will be cleansed in the fire of your heat,” he’d vowed to me before hurrying away.
I wasn’t sure how much cleansing was happening; right now I didn’t think I could survive this much longer.
My stomach cramped viciously then, the need scooping out my insides and leaving me hollow and brittle, yanking me out of my thoughts. My worry for my friend, my hatred of this place, and the bone weary desperation to escape paled in comparison to the pain ripping my womb apart.
“Please,” I whispered, not sure who I was begging for relief.
Not that any would come.
I was just as alone as I’d been since they’d chained me up in here… How long ago?
Seconds.
Minutes.
Hours.
Days.
I’d lost track of time since the first aching waves hit, signaling the start of my heat cycle. I’d known what would come next—the burning fevers, the desperate need, the brutal cramps—but what I thought I could handle was nothing like what I’d expected.
My body was on the verge of shattering, and not in the good way.
I couldn’t take much more of this.
God, how long had I been like this? How much more could my body take before I literally caught on fire or my insides twisted up into knots that could never be fixed?
Knots. Ha. If I could twist a knot up inside myself, that might make this base urge diminish. All I needed was an alpha’s knot to lock into my body, to catapult me into orgasm after orgasm as his cock pumped as much cum into my womb as possible.
Only that special spunk cocktail would ease the cramps and give me relief.
Omega biology was a motherfucking bitch.
How else could I explain going from vowing off orgasms ever again after the vibrator from hell to wishing someone would use it on me again? Worse yet, I hated that if an alpha—any alpha—walked into the room right now, I would probably beg him to knot me. To fill me with his seed again and again and again.
In vain, I tried pulling my legs up, wanting to curl into a ball and weather the last of the storm, but I couldn’t. The best I could manage was wiggling my legs a few centimeters and flinching against the rough sheets twisted beneath me, soaked in sweat and slick that made the room smell thick and cloying.
My usual sweet perfume of cake batter and cocoa was nauseating. It saturated the room, burnt sugar and bitter chocolate clinging to everything from the wooden planks of the walls and floor to the threadbare fabric covering the old, mildewy mattress under me.
The sun streamed in through the uncovered windows, the light making my eyes ache and water as I tried to screw my lids shut and block out the offensive brightness.
The scrape of the lock on the door clicking open set my teeth on edge. My head lolled to the right to see the door being pushed open and two men stepping inside, their noses instantly wrinkling at the stench.
“Fuck me,” the smaller of the two hissed, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth and nose, his beady black eyes raking over my form with disgust. It took me a second to place him through the haze of my heat. Jordan.
