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“I won’t leave you, Cozette. So, save your breath,” I tell her, adamantly.
She goes to say something, probably to reason with me, but stops dead, her body locking up and straightening when the sound of heavy footsteps echoes down the hallway. Calm, sure, unhurried steps. They stop in front of the door, and adrenaline floods my system. The doorknob rattles, a key sliding in place with an audible click.
Cozy is shaking like a leaf, her lemon bar scent sharp and laced with unbridled fear. Every muscle inside of me clenches in preparation, my brain screaming at me to run, hide. But I can’t. Because I’m tied to a godsdamn chair, and tightly at that.
How am I going to get us out of here? Alive and unscathed? Or more unscathed, in Cozy’s case. They should teach classes about how to escape dangerous situations like this at The Center. I feel that would have been a very important class.
The door swings open, and Cozy whimpers, pushing herself back to the darkest corner of her cage and covers her ears with her hands. She curls into a ball, trying to make herself seem smaller, and clenches her eyes closed tight. In the doorway, evil incarnate stands, eyes full of malicious intent, and a sinister smile on his lips. I bare my teeth at him, a warning growl pushing its way up my throat at the threat he poses.
That sea salt scent of his makes its way to me and I nearly gag. How can someone with such a pitch black soul have such a mildly calming scent?
“Ah. Good. You’re finally awake, Little Fawn. I’ve waited too long to get my hands on you. Let’s see if you were worth all the trouble and money it cost me to get you.” Victor grins like the predator he is and steps in, shutting the door behind him and placing the key in his pocket.
This alpha can throw everything he wants to at me, but he won’t break me. He won’t break my spirit, my mind. I will never bow down to him and if he thinks I’ll be a good little omega and make this easy on him? Well, he doesn’t know a godsdamn thing about me. I’m about to be his worst fucking nightmare, and he’ll wish he never laid eyes on Ripley motherfucking Jacobs.
Game on, Alpha. Show me what you’ve got.
Thirty-Four
Ripley
I glare at Victor as he stands in front of me, so close that his scent surrounds me. I hate it. It falls around me in a cloud, clinging to my clothes and skin, erasing the lingering scents of my omega and beta. My skin crawls, unease and pure, unbridled fury warring inside of me.
How dare he. How fucking dare he take me from my mates and take their scents from me, replacing it with his!
“Victor,” I sneer, my upper lip curling in distaste as I look at him.
His dark hair is perfectly styled back, face relaxed. For the moment, at least. His eyes are a reflection of his twisted soul, dark with unending torment. He gives me an amused look at the way I spit his name out like a curse, quirking the brow with a scar through it, causing the scar to stretch and grow.
“So much fire inside of you, Omega. I can’t wait to extinguish it,” he sighs wistfully, getting a far-away look in his eyes.
“Do your worst, you limp dicked bastard. I will not break under your thumb,” I proclaim bravely, choosing to ignore the way my voice wobbles.
“No? Do you think you’re the first omega to come to me with a fighting spirit and fire in her veins? They all thought they could fight me, and I showed them that fighting was futile. Just look at little Cozette in there. Although, I will admit that she never had the amount of fire inside of her that you do. I recognized that in you that night at The Center. It’s grown since you’ve been with that so-called pack, I see. You’ve been coddled by them. By that bitch of an alpha, Syn. They’ve allowed you to think you are more than just holes to fill, a warm place to rest a knot when the need arises. Now you have to be retrained.”
Retrained. Like a fucking dog. And the way he says Syn’s name, practically spitting it out like it tastes disgusting on his tongue? There’s so much hatred in it. His eyes blaze at the mention of my beautiful alpha, and I want to claw them out for him speaking her name that way. He doesn’t deserve to say her name, and I’ll rip his tongue out for daring to call her a bitch.
“You don’t speak her name, you vile piece of shit!” I hiss with narrowed eyes.
I don’t see the slap coming. One minute I’m glaring at him, the next my head is thrown to the side and pain blooms on my cheek. I gasp, tears filling my eyes as my cheek and temple throbs from the powerful slap. I taste copper and can feel a split on my bottom lip. Cozette’s eyes meet mine, full of tears and heartache for me and my predicament. I try to convey to her I’m okay with my own eyes, but she just shakes her head and covers herself, rocking back and forth as she clutches her temples and squeezes her eyes together.
“Such a filthy mouth. Omegas should be seen and not heard, and they should never use such appalling vocabulary. It’s okay. You will learn,” Victor says calmly, like he didn’t just bitch slap the absolute fuck out of me.
Running a hand through his hair, he pushes the strands back that came loose when he struck me, putting himself back together. I work my jaw from side to side, wincing at the soreness, but still look back at him and raise my chin in defiance. He won’t break me. I refuse to let him.
“When Syn gets her hands on you, my alpha is going to tear you a new asshole,” I growl at him.
That earns me a punch to the gut, and I lean forward as much as I can with my hands tied behind me, my arms pulling uncomfortably at my binds. I gasp for breath, groaning, my stomach threatening to send everything in it back up and on his shoes. I almost wish it would so I can see the look of abject disgust on his horrible face when he realizes I vomited on him.
“That cunt won’t do anything with a bullet in her skull. She is nothing. You need to learn how not to speak in the presence of an alpha, Omega,” Victor booms, making me flinch at the loud sound.
“You are no alpha. My alphas are going to rip you to shreds. And that’s only if they get to you before I can,” I cough out, trying to push the pain to the back of my mind to deal with later.
He grabs a fistful of my hair, ripping some of the strands out with his tight grip, and pulls my face up to his. A whimper threatens to leave me, but I lock that shit down tight, refusing to give him anything more than my fury and hatred. I grit my teeth, practically grinding them to dust with how hard I clench them.
“Your alphas will never find you, so it’s best to forget about them now. Especially that abomination of an alpha, Syn,” he sneers.
I scowl and before I can truly think it through, I rear back and spit a wad of saliva and blood in his face. Red and pink-tinted spit slides down his nose and lips and the look he spears me with could freeze hell. His nostrils flare, and his eyes go black in rage.
