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Asking myself the question was pointless; I knew the answer already. No matter what, I didn’t want to die. Plus, I had enough skeletons in the closet. This would be just one more added to the collection.
My fingers flew over the keys as I logged in using the bank information they’d given me. The number of zeros there would set me for life, and this was before any kind of bonus. Clearly, my moralscouldbe bought.
But how did I fake such a role? I didn’t have a submissive bone in my body. In fact, I’d gone into politics because I hated the expectations society put on omegas and wanted to make a difference.
Years ago, it had been an innocent and altruistic dream.
Now, it was my nightmare.
I wasn’t quite brave enough to explore beyond my room, so I focused on my current space instead. Pushing aside the curtain, I could easily tell I was in a penthouse level. The rooftops of smaller buildings were below me, and the cars on the street were tiny.
North Harbor wasn’t a city I was intimately familiar with, but I’d heard of it. It was one of the wealthiest cities in America these days, the place where every elite alpha wanted to bring his pack.
The alphas I’d worked under over the years had spoken of this city as a haven of sorts, with its lax laws, sprawling estates, country clubs, legalized escorts, and plenty of entertainment to be had.
And now it was my home. My new bank account may fit in here, but I certainly didn’t. I was just an orphan from a rural town in California. I didn’t know the first thing about this lifestyle. Sure, I knew the people who lived it, worked with them, but I felt out of place just living here.
Fuck, I was screwed before I even started.
Backing away from the window, I went to the adjoining closet and bathroom. Both were empty, and it felt more like a hotel than an apartment.
Eventually, I’d have to be brave enough to open the door and go out, but I was still processing the information I’d been given. That, and I was barely dressed, not a change of clothes or toothbrush to my name.
The cell phone I was growing to hate was pinging again, forcing me back to the nightstand to pick it up.
You’ve been given all the information. Do you wish to continue?
Between ruining careers and possible death, what choice did I really have?
The only thought that helped calm me was the prospect of stopping Henry. If he and his campaign were left unchecked, they’d ruin the lives of omegas all over the state and set a terrible precedent for laws across the country. We’d already been stuck in a constant state of being seen as lesser and treated as such, could I really let it continue if I could help?
The decision was obviously made.
Me: Yes, I will continue.
UOS: Great choice.
As if they’d been poised and waiting, a loud knock echoed on the door. Peering through the peephole on the door gave nothing away. There were only a few packages left at the doorstep and no person in sight.
Reaching out with a shaky hand, I opened the door, revealing a long hallway. I was in a hotel if the numbers above the doors were anything to go by. I took the packages and hurried back inside, closing and locking the door behind me. The idea of lingering there, not knowing who might be watching or nearby, put me on edge.
The name on the front of the large box was a brand I recognized but could never afford. Inside was a black dress and heels that I already knew would be the perfect size. I was sure they’d cataloged all of those details when they’d dressed me in my sleep, but I couldn’t dwell on that. If I did, I’d lose my shit completely.
The other box contained a small bag of basics such as a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a hair brush. Finally, the last box held a wallet, filled with cash, cards, and a driver's license with the new last name they’d given me. Oddly enough, I was grateful they kept my first name so I couldn’t fuck up and make everyone realize it was a ruse.
It felt wrong to change into something I didn’t buy, but questioning things would also set me back. I had to believe in my new role, accept it as a job, and keep my heart and morals out of it. Both of those things had retreated long ago, anyway.
The dress fit as well as the nightgown. It hugged my hips and accentuated my breasts, making me look like a knockout. I stood straight as I stared into the mirror and forced my brain to accept my new identity.
Maybe this was the kind of second chance I needed.
Bailey Lark was a sad, lonely girl who’d lost too much and was haunted by her secrets.
Bailey Soren was confident, wealthy, and ready to kick ass and change the world.
Another knock on the door had me walking away. This time, I swung the door open and stared at the man on the other side. He was an alpha, muscled and confident, and he was staring down at me with the same neutral expression I was giving him.
“My name is Austin. I’m here to take you to your new life. Are you ready?” He glanced behind me, likely noting my severe lack of things. “They will provide you with housing and a wardrobe. Do you have a wallet or personal items?”
