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She smirked, as though picturing my brutalization brought her joy.
Sadistic bitch.
She sighed dramatically, her demeanor turning cocksure.“I guess that’s one good thing about being a Beta. My body doesn’t rule me. I rule my fucking self, thank you very much,” she rambled while I blinked, trying to process the long stream of words pouring from her cherry-red lips.
Mafia? Gangs? Who the hell was Anton in bed with? My brain couldn’t make sense of it.
“I don’t want a new pack,” I slurred.
The Beta smiled cruelly. “Well, I heard you fucked it up with Mr. Aster. Your loss. That man is sex on a stick, and so are his packmates. Now that I know their beds are empty, maybe I can entice them to see the value of having a Beta between their sheets.”
My stomach churned from how misinterpreted I’d been. I wanted nothing, abso-fucking-lutelynothingto do with Pack Silver. I wantedmypack.Mymen.Mymates.
Either way, she was testing me. Trying to get under my skin. I could’ve laughed at how off-base she was. “You can have ‘em. Bring Tylenol, though. You'll end up battered and bruised. They like it rough.”
“Mmm, all the better. So do I.” She practically had hearts in her lustful eyes. She had to have a screw loose to actually be interested in sadists like Anton, Huck, and Reed, but hell, more power to her.
“All the happiness to you, then.” I’d done my part. I’d warned her. If she didn’t heed the advice, then may the gods have mercy on her soul.
She stood back and eyed me skeptically. “You really don’t care if I move in on them?”
“Be my guest.” I waved half-heartedly toward the door, hoping she’d go after what she wanted and leave me alone. “Anton prefers red lace lingerie. Huck loves a little pain with his pleasure. And Reed is a fucking psycho who likes the chase. Good luck.”
“Hmm,” she huffed, crossing her arms under her breasts and narrowing her gaze at me. She studied me for a long moment. I stared back, wondering what she was looking for.
Did I have something on my face? Was my jaw slack? Was I drooling? My cheeks and mouth felt just as tingly as the rest of me, so I couldn’t be sure.
Finally, she cocked her head and said, “I don’t know if you’re trying to help me or fuck me over.”
“Honestly, neither.”
“Well, I guess that’s something.” Relaxing, her expression turning slightly less hostile, she shrugged. “Maybe you’ll get one of the good packs.” A tinkling laugh that grated on my nerves slipped out of her. “I should saybetterpacks. None of them aregood, but they’re not all terrible. Apparently, there are even some rich mercenaries in the crowd tonight, you lucky bitch.”
Better packs? Mercenaries? Another surreal wave of confusion hit me, jumbling my mind and muddling the pieces of the puzzle I was desperately trying to cobble together.
Gods, I couldn’t hold on to a thought to save my life.Literally.
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” I told the blonde.
“You’re getting dressed now.” She enunciated each word like I was a toddler.
Not what I meant, bitch.
Rolling her eyes, she pulled me out of my chair. I gazed down, realizing I’d been naked this entire time. Humiliation stung my cheeks, but I didn’t have the wherewithal to try to cover myself up. Didn’t matter anyway, because the woman tugged a nearly sheer dress over my body, then helped me step into a thong and shimmy it up my thighs. Apparently, that was as good as it was going to get.
My ass and nipples were on display in the glittering fabric that clung to my curves, leaving very little to the imagination.
A sharp knock sounded at the door, and she gave me one last spritz of hairspray before ushering me back out into the hall.
four
DEMI
The same guardescorted me down a long hallway, and two other Omegas and their entourages joined us. Once again, my cage neighbor and I exchanged terrified glances. But behind the fear, the same fire I felt inside of me burned in her eyes. We were down, but we weren’t broken. We were prisoners, but we weren’t victims. An instant bond of solidarity formed between us.
“What’s your name?” I whispered, desperate for a small dose of humanity.
She sniffled, blinking back the glimmer of tears while she fought to hold on to her determination. As she looked at me, I witnessed the clash of emotions—hope, desolation, and anger—warring for supremacy. “Julia. Yours?”
