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“Now, now, dears. I keep all of my beautiful omegas together unless a client becomes infatuated. And even then, I think you two would be perfect as a pair with your striking contrasts. There are many packs that would love the company of more than one omega. Since you have bonded as sisters, I think that would be all right. As long as you behave.” The beautiful alpha stands outside of the van with her hands on her hips. She offers me a smile, showing off her perfectly straight, white teeth, her tall frame and curves fitting for a runway.
“Where are we? Who are these clients you speak of? I have bonded with a pack. I have the mark to prove it.” I lift up my shirt and ease down the boxers, showing off the heart-shaped mark on my hip, now pigmented in a tawny color from the hormones Enzo’s knot set off in me.
Madam Samara leans in close and presses her fingertip into the mark. “That’s not a problem. It will return to normal soon enough. Until then, you will be a server.”
“And me?” Holly asks, her voice shaking with her words. We both know that her omega mark will show she’s unbonded because she hasn’t been claimed.
“We will be servers together,” I answer for Madame Samara, refusing to let her even consider separating us. “That was the deal. We don’t fight, and you keep us together.”
Charging me, Madam Samara shoves her hand to both mine and Holly’s chests, pushing us against the van and glowering in our faces. I don’t flinch. I will not give her the satisfaction of trying to test me. I knew this was coming, but I’m not going to make things easy.
“Do not speak over me, dear. I’m the alpha here. The Knotty Girls Club is mine. You will respect me as your handler. I’ll only treat you the way you deserve, so mind your mouth.” She smacks my cheek, purposefully leaving her scent on my skin, the potent musk and white floral fragrance stinging my nose, my body wanting to reject her scenting me because she is not my alpha, nor is she part of my family.
I bite my tongue and lower my gaze to the ground, not replying instead of arguing. Holly trembles beside me, her fear potent in the air, the crisp sent like a salty breeze.
“That’s a good girl, dear. You will both be serving our clients. You will also clean up the stage between performances. I’ll give you one week to get settled, and then you will earn your keep. I take good care of my omegas, and in return, you have a place to live, anything your heart desires in terms of clothes, jewelry, makeup, and anything else you could need to impress the alphas of Saint Vista. You will get your needs taken care of during your heats, but you won’t have to have the commitment. Our alphas don’t want that responsibility. Many of them have already bonded with others, and now just seek a bit of…fun.” Madame Samara steps back and crosses her arms. “You will discover that you like it here. The alphas are good. And you get what you want and need. Do you understand? We’re a family. I ensure my girls have the lives they deserve.”
She’s out of her goddamn mind. This is a sex club. We have been sold into a sex club. Now, who did it is the question. Because I know that the Platinum Shores Pack had bought me from Madam Tamsin to be a personal entertainer for their pack. This is different. This is similar to the Vixen Lounge. This is one of Madame Tamsin’s competitors in the business.
“You can’t do this to us. We are not packless.” I whisper the words, knowing that they might set off Madam Samara, but I want to make it clear. “The men kidnapped us and brought us here had to be mistaken. You need to turn us in to the authorities of your territory’s Pack Regime.”
We have a better chance if she does.
“I’m aware of your situation, Ms. Kinsey. My allies were offered a job to return you to your alpha in Platinum Shores, and they took advantage of the situation. That’s what Madame Tamsin gets for crossing territory lines. You belong to me now.” She turns to Holly. “We had no idea about you, so you’re going to be quite special. I can’t wait to get to know you, dear. Starting with your name.”
Holly thins her lips. “Bianca.” It’s her mother’s name.
I blink a few times, the realization hitting me. Holly was taken because it was convenient.
“You can only blame the Silversteins for not putting a formal claim on you. How they managed to get someone so...exquisite is beyond me.” Madame Samara steps closer to Holly again, patting her cheek, leaving her scent behind.
I pray that Holly doesn’t argue about the Silversteins, because this might be exactly what we need. We’d have an advantage if she doesn’t know. She called Platinum Shores my pack, which changes things. I bet her supposed allies didn’t even let her know that they had kidnapped me from the princes of Gilded Sands.
“Now, dears. Follow me. We need to get you to your room and get you situated. Are you hungry? Also, you both will need to shower. Your stench is already getting to me. I can only imagine what it will be like once we are in an enclosed space.” Madame Samara holds out her hands to us, not giving us a chance to argue. I don’t bother trying to tell her about my true pack, because I don’t think it will even matter. She will probably say the same thing she did to Holly. A physical claiming isn’t enough.
I gingerly take Madame Samara’s hand first, flicking my gaze to Holly until she follows my lead. I hate that I should be strong and take down this alpha before we even step in the building, but my soul screams. I know that the odds are against me, and it’s in my very nature to submit when I’m being threatened.
“I only have a couple of rules. I expect you to shower twice a day. Once before you enter the club and once after. You are not allowed to speak to any alpha unless you’re spoken to first. You must always clean up after yourself and wipe everything you touch down immediately. When your heats get closer, you will be given a series of different medications to take. It will help prevent pregnancy, possessive alphas from trying to kidnap you, and will also help with other unpleasant symptoms. You’ll be given half of a suppressant pill at night, but that’s only so you don’t bother me. You will have access to your own collection of sex toys to help yourselves out, and it is your job to care for them properly. I will pick your clothes. Some days, you will be required to wear makeup, and other days, I will need your faces fresh. You will be taking photographs for my album and will also receive a mark from me. It’s a small tattoo and barely noticeable, but it will ensure your safety from here on out. Because you’re my girls now.” Madame Samara guides us to a nondescript metal door at the back of a three-story building that looks like it used to be an old library or a bank headquarters or some shit like that. It’s much larger than the Vixen Lounge, and there are at least five apartment buildings surrounding the club that I can see.
I can’t tell for sure, but I can’t see her doing anything otherwise, considering that we aren’t exactly in a city. This is a compound. She probably has all her staff in the central location.
“You’ll start with my newer omegas, but if you impress me, you girls will eventually get your own apartment. My best ones get to live in luxury. If you have regular clients, you’ll get gifts and many other benefits. Sometimes travel. Sometimes a night out on the town. You’ll see. The Knotty Girls Club treats their omegas well. There are many who would love to be in your situation.” Madame Samara doesn’t get a chance to open the door before a man in a suit opens it for her and holds it, greeting her with a bow.
The beta keeps his eyes to the ground and doesn’t look at either of us. I glance at Holly again, but she keeps her gaze focused upward, staring at the room before us. It’s a kind of lobby with dozens of comfortable-looking couches, tables, a small kitchen, and huge wall mirrors with vanities beneath them. Several racks of clothes line the wall and shoes line the floor below, the high heels looking to go up to at least six inches in height.
Music fills the air, coming in through a hallway. I can’t see anything though. A heavy curtain blocks the way.
“This is the main living area. Up the stairs, you’ll find all of the new omegas’ rooms. Yours is room number three.” Madame Samara motions toward a set of stairs next to the hallway, which probably leads into the club. “I’ll bring you your outfits in a couple of minutes. Mr. Ron will prepare your meal. Once you’re showered and dressed, you can come down and eat here. After that, I will introduce you to the rest of the girls. Do you have any questions?”
Fuck yeah, I have questions. Will I ask them? No. I already know the answer. There’s no way she’ll give us access to her phone. She’ll probably keep watch on us until we don’t try to escape. This is going to be fucking torture, but I need to come up with a plan with Holly. I just need another moment alone.
Madam Samara nods her head. “Good. You are excused. Just take the stairs up. Your room will be the third one on the right. Welcome home, dears. I want you to know that you are so wanted. I’m thrilled to have you in my pack. You’ll be a marvelous addition to my Knotty Girls.”
Madame Samara kisses each of us on our foreheads, clutching our cheeks for a moment. I try to settle my racing heart with a couple of deep breaths, but it only makes things worse as I inhale her dominating scent.
I reach out and take Holly’s hand, squeezing her fingers. We watch in silence as the alpha disappears through the curtain, leaving us alone in the living area.
“What do we do?” Holly asks, keeping her voice low.
