Page 75 of Desperate Omega

“I had fun breeding you while you were asleep.”

Those words make me go cold inside.

I want to cry and vomit at the same time, but somehow I manage to keep myself from doing either. I don’t want to give these pieces of shit the pleasure of seeing that.

Delphine clucks her tongue and crouches, keeping her face pressed between the bars. Her eyes are within arm’s reach, and I consider clawing them out, but in my weakened state, I doubt I could move quick enough to get her. She stares at me for a long moment, seeming to savor my horror and disgust at what Anton just told me.

“He’s lying,” she says at last.

“What?”

“Anton. He’s lying. He didn’t fuck you while you were sleeping, and neither did the other alphas. Oh, they wanted to, believe you me. But I wouldn’t let them.”

I want to feel relieved, but I don’t know if I can actually trust anything Delphine says. There’s a good chance she’s just saying that to mess with me. Get my hopes up just to dash them again. It sounds like something she would do.

She twists her mouth into a fake frown.

“Aren’t you going to thank me?” she asks, then she smirks again. “You probably don’t believe me, do you? But it’s true. If I’d let them rape you while you were sleeping, it would have completely spoiled my plans for you.”

I’m tempted to ask what plans she’s talking about. Then again, maybe I don’t want to know. Besides, I have a more pressing question.

“What have you done with Markus and Brik?”

“Markus and Brik? Guess those must be your new mates, huh?” Her gaze shifts slightly, and I can tell she’s looking at the marks on the side of my neck. “You’ve been busy since we last met.”

She purses her lips in disapproval.

“And here I thought we were a pair of kindred spirits, you and I. Guess I was wrong. Turns out you’re just another stupid little slut like all the other omegas in the Zone. One taste of alpha dick and you were probably begging them to mark you.”

“What have you done with them?” I growl.

Delphine sighs and gestures through the bars. “Well, one of them’s right there in the cell with you.”

For the first time, I turn my head and look at the back of the small cell I’m in. The wall opposite the bars has a small, narrow window with a single metal bar in the middle of it, probably to keep prisoners from escaping. A short length of chain is looped around the bar with iron shackles on each end. The shackles are latched around the wrists of the naked alpha who is kneeling there, half conscious.

“Brik!”

I’ve regained enough strength to push myself up and stumble to the back of the cell. I fall to my knees beside the chained alpha, who is just beginning to wake up from his own tranquilizer-induced slumber. I throw my arms around his body and kiss him on the side of his face.

“Syra?” he murmurs, his voice slurred from drugs.

“I’m here,” I whisper.

His body is naked like mine, but all of the scent-masking paste he was wearing earlier is gone. I guess Delphine and her goons washed it off while he was asleep.

I also guess that’s why they were throwing water on me a minute ago. I thought they were just doing that to wake me up, but it also served to wash most of the paste from my head and upper body.

My lower body, however, is still coated with the stuff.

It occurs to me that Delphine must have been telling the truth about Anton. If he and the others had raped me while I was unconscious, it would have rubbed the paste away from my skin down there, but the paste is mostly intact.

That gives me some relief, but only a little. I’m still a captive, and so is Brik. I have no idea what has happened to the others.

“Markus?” Brik groans softly.

“I don’t know,” I whisper, trying to keep my voice low enough so that Delphine and her alphas can’t hear what I’m saying. “I don’t see him, or smell him.”

“Can you feel him?”