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“My thoughts exactly,” Rune mutters.
Chapter42
Everleigh
Lawrence’s order is like I’m being crushed to death from the inside out.
I can’t breathe, I can’t think, and I have no sense of me.
I’m a thing to be moved. An object.
Worthless.
I don’t know if other omegas feel as I do, but to me, being an omega is to be owned. Controlled. The only time I didn’t hate what I was, was when, for the briefest of times, Pack Ashe made me feel cared for. Protected.
Wanted.
A person, and not just a designation.
Lawrence doesn’t like to give orders. He likes to twist people into the shape he wants. I think it’s why he didn’t pick an omega from Haven Academy. He wanted to create an omega even more perfect than the ones the academy produces.
It’s the power he likes, the sense of control it gives him. Maybe it’s the alpha in him that makes him like that. Maybe it’s just the way he is.
So I sit beside him in the back of his limo as tears silently track down my cheeks, the city a blur outside my window.
You can order an omega to do what you want. You can even make her beg. Youcan’torder an omega to stop crying for the sister who is probably dead. Lawrence tries, but I have no control over my tears, so he can’t order me to stop.
We’ve been in his car for nearly thirty minutes, long past the point I’d thought we’d get back to his mansion. As the light outside grows dimmer, daylight melting into evening, Lawrence has been focusing all his attention on the cell phone clasped in his hands.
“You’ve cost my father a lot of money,” Lawrence says, tapping at his phone. “When he learns you’re defective, he won’t be happy.”
I stare straight ahead as tears slide down my cheeks and dampen my skirt. “Then maybe he shouldn’t have pumped me full of drugs. Or maybe you should’ve cut short that European vacation you just had to have.”
The beta servant eyes me as if facing down a stranger. She is. This combative Everleigh is as much of a stranger to me as she must be to the servant.
Lawrence’s jaw is a tense line. “What did you say?”
Even though I still have Lawrence’s order ringing loudly in my head, I refuse to let him intimidate me. “I said—”
His hand closes around my throat, pinning me to the window. I stare Lawrence right in the eye, and I no longer care what happens to me. Della could be dead. Because of him. Lawrence set my little sister up for Pack Ashe—for Kylian—to kill her.
Why did I ask Cian to find her? Why didn’t I just keep her out of this mess?
“What did you say?” Lawrence breathes as his hand gently squeezes my throat in warning.
I meet his eyes steadily. “The truth. If you don’t like to hear it, then order me because I will not bend to you anymore.”
His smile comes out of nowhere, surprising me. “Keep your mouth shut.”
He releases me as suddenly as he grabbed me, turning to the watching servant. “Thisis what happens when you take a girl from the gutter and put her in a nice dress.” He resumes tapping on his phone. “She is still just a girl from a gutter.”
The servant doesn’t respond.
We’ve been in the car for maybe another fifteen minutes when a line of unfamiliar white mansions comes into view. I frown. Lawrence would rarely, very rarely, take me to show me off at his friends’ parties. But I’ve never been here before.
Where the hell is he taking me? And why?
My frown deepens as I try to identify where we are in the city.
