“I’m sorry, I just don’t get why you care so much! She was worthless, mute, ugly, and feral!”
I lunged forward, wrapping a hand around the column of her throat as her eyes went wide with fear. Then, before I did anything I would regret, I forced myself to relax. A smile curled across my lips.
“Lena may not have talked,” I said, tightening my grip just enough to make her whimper, “but she listened. A skill you clearly don’t possess.”
I looked down at her.
Beautiful. Long golden hair, full pink lips. The perfect omega trophy. Completely the opposite of the hollow girl locked in my basement who had captivated me so completely.
Callie would do anything to please me. Anything I asked.
That devotion was how she climbed the ranks and became my favorite wife. Only the most important jobs earned a night with her.
She and the rest of my top five ranked wives lived in my private residence. All of them were spoiled rotten. All except Lena, who lived in my home too, but in the basement, of course. She could have been spoiled too, if only she submitted to me.
Despite her devotion, Callie had begun grating on my nerves.
She had forgotten her place. Constantly complaining about being moved out of my home and into this secure location. Complaining about the growing number of men I sent to her, in order to secure favors during my split from Arca.
As ifit had been a choice.
I had to.
AIED had been crawling all over my operations lately. Ever since I cut Arca off, the pressure hadn’t stopped. Raids. Surveillance. Questions.
General Green wanted blood.
And I knew exactly what he was looking for.
The omegas.
Which meant I had no choice but to hide them.
Callie was furious about her new accommodations. She hadn’t stopped complaining since the moment I moved her here.
Which meant she needed a reminder.
A very clear one.
Callie seemed to be forgetting something important.
Shedidn’t decide where she lived.
Shedidn’t decide when she spoke.
Shedidn't decide who she fucked.
Shedidn’t decide anything.
I did.
I owned her. Her comfort. Her safety. Her future. Her pussy. All of it rested entirely in my hands.
And if she kept pushing me, I could very easily decide her situation needed to become much, much worse.
“Luca!” I called out.
My burly, crude lieutenant entered quickly, boots heavy against the creaky floor. His eyes went straight to me first, awaiting instruction, before drifting to the bed.
