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These people hold me down, open my mouth—against my struggles—and force-feed me the whole bottle, regardless of the side effects.

When they’re done, I feel strange—sick, like I’m about to vomit.

“Throw up and I’ll end you myself here and now,” Elena warns me with a stern glare that says she’s not bluffing.

After the pills, she dumps an entire bottle of fake pheromones on me. A perfume sold so that lesser Alphas could mate with Beta women and pretend they were with Omegas.

“She’s shiftless,” Ricky says, somewhere above me, sounding uncertain for the first time in his life. “Will it even work on her?”

“It should,” Father replies, his tone dripping with a hint of uncertainty as well.

“Should?”

“It’ll work,” Elena insists, confident. “She’s already starting to burn up, and she smells like enough of an Omega in heat. The traders won’t look too closely at the rest.”

“You’re crazy! All of you!”

I rise. I fight. I scratch, I get my teeth into Ricky’s hand before it’s wrenched away.

“Fuckin’ bitch!” He strikes me across the face.

It doesn’t matter. I continue to struggle anyway.

But I’m one shiftless girl against three wolves. And the pills they’ve forced into me are already working, weakening my whole body.

Everything is fuzzy from here on. My head’s spinning, my legs can barely carry my weight, and my vision is blurry.

They carry me on the cart and ride away from the house. Although I’m disoriented, I know they’re taking me to the traders.

When we arrive at the destination, I hear my father’s voice, negotiating. I see him and his wife through the wooden bars, discussing with three traders.

I can’t really make out what they’re saying, but I hear something along the lines of “this one is prettier, and she’s an Omega in heat.”

The men walk over to the cart and inspect me for a moment. They sniff my scent, check my eyes, and sweep their gazes over my plus-sized body.

I watch them exchange glances before turning to face my family again.

“I agree that she is pretty… and being in heat will draw attention,” one of them says to my father.

“I told you, she’s perfect.”

I don’t hear anything else—not while drifting in and out of consciousness. I see Chloe, though. I see her running to embrace Ricky. I also see coins being exchanged between my father and the traders.

Two men yank me out of my father’s cart, bind my wrists with a rope, and drag me along the dirt. They then toss me into another cart, locking me in with three other girls.

Hot tears stream down my cheeks as the cart starts to move away from our small village. My stepmother waves mockingly at me with a smile so wide it reveals the green stuck in her teeth.

And just like that, I’m out of their lives forever. Not because my plan to escape was a huge success. But because I was traded in for someone more valuable.

I was supposed to run away later tonight. However, fate decided to pull a fast one on me.

My eyes squeeze shut, and tears trickle down my face.

***

The cart stops.

I don’t know how long we’ve been moving. Time has gone strange and slippery, the drug still thick in my blood, my skin too tight and too hot everywhere at once.