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“Any ideas?” Ricky’s desperate voice breaks the silence.

“Shut up, I’m trying to think!” Father shuns him.

I don’t realize there’s a small grin on my face until Elena’s head snaps in my direction.

Uh-oh.

My heart sinks into my stomach when we lock eyes, and I feel weak in my knees. She doesn’t say anything. But the way she looks at me tells me that a crazy, bold idea—one I’m definitely not going to like—is forming in her head.

“Did Chloe’s father sell her to settle a debt?” The question is thrown at her son.

“No. I told you he sold her off to traders looking for Omegas,” comes his rude response.

“Fantastic.” A small, knowing grin tugs at the corners of her mouth as she stares at me. “Have the traders left the village yet?”

“No. They’re still rounding up some more girls.”

That evil smirk of hers broadens. “In that case, I think I know exactly how to fix this mess.”

“How?” Father and son chorus.

They both trace her gaze until all three of them are looking right at me.

I gulp against the sudden dryness in my throat as I watch them exchange glances as though united by one single thought. Before I can even birth my next thought, they rush at me.

Elena’s hand closes around my arm hard enough to bruise as she yanks me out of my room.

“Wh…what’re you doing?” I stutter, struggling against Elena’s tight grip. “I didn’t do anything.”

“Shut your mouth!” she barks in my face, her bad breath invading my nostrils. “Charles, hold her down!”

My father wastes no time doing as she says. He binds my hands together behind my back and forces me to kneel.

My brain is foggy right now, and I don’t understand what’s actually happening.

“Ricky, get the pills!” she tells him.

“Pills?” Confusion settles on my face.

He sprints toward her room.

“What’s going on here?” I’m almost crying. “Why are you doing this to me?”

Elena crouches before me and looks me dead in the eyes. “Those traders want an Omega, and we’re gonna give them one.”

My brows arch in disbelief as their plan finally dawns on me.

“At least for once, you’re actually going to be useful to us,” she says, her face twisting into something that resembles a mix of irritation and jealousy. “It pains me to admit it, but you’re prettier than Chloe. If we strike a good bargain, I’m sure the traders will take you instead.” A pause. “And my darling Ricky will get his Omega back.”

They’re going to exchange me for Chloe. These people’s hatred for me truly knows no bounds.

“This is a bad idea,” I say, my voice breaking under the weight of my aching heart. “It won’t work. The traders will know that I’m not an Omega. I’m barely even a wolf, remember?”

She laughs evilly. “You naive little thing. By the time I’m done with you, the traders will think they’ve won the jackpot.”

Ricky returns with the pills and I instantly recognize them. They’re heat-inducing pills. On an actual Omega, one pill is enough to send them into heat. On a regular wolf, a little more would act as an aphrodisiac.

On a shiftless wolf like me, however, a lot more is required to create the illusion of being flushed in heat.