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He walks me right into a beautiful room, decorated in rich golds, with candles and a chandelier overhead. There are no windows. Maybe because we’re underground, as I’d initially believed. Maybe because someone sealed it to stop omegas like me from running from the alphas who bought them.
The reason doesn’t matter. At least, not anymore. My focus has shifted to something even more important than the lack of windows in this elegant room.
The four-poster bed with scraps of gold silk hanging on each of its four corners.
As the servant carries me to the bed, I notice the table on its other side strewn with every sex toy probably in existence. Dildos, butt plugs, vibrators, clamps… and more. There’s even a jeweled whip.
The announcer’s words filter through my mind.
Sample your purchase in suite fifteen.
Will the alpha who bought me want to whip me? He might. And no matter how much I screamed, I bet no one would care when I’ve been bought and paid for.
I slide from panic into mind-numbing acceptance. And I think, not for the first time, whether it was stupid to believe I could leave Lawrence and build a new life for myself?
Probably.
As if he would let that happen.
I know Lawrence. If I’d failed to give him the heir he needed, and it sounds like I would have with Anna drugging me, he would have brought me to this auction and sold me.
His father drugged me. For years. He had Anna Jackson do it, but the drugs came from him. I know it. I try not to think about what those drugs might have done to me. Made me infertile or just… I don’t know… done something else to me I haven’t discovered yet.
It wasn’t enough for them to ruin my real mom’s life, they had to ruin mine as well. Lawrence said I was defective. Maybe I wasn’t before. But I think I am now.
The servant places me down on the center of the bed, and with practiced motions, ties each of the silk straps around my arms and legs.
I should have been paying more attention to the world around me. By the time I realize what he’s doing and start fighting him, he’s reaching for my left leg, the last one still free.
How many times has he done this that he doesn’t so much as blink or even look me in the face before he finishes tying my left leg down, turns, and walks out?
He must know what goes on in this place to omegas like me.
“I don’t want this,” I call after him, knowing I’m probably wasting my time.
Does he reassure himself that because I’m an omega, this is all I’m worth? Is that how he sleeps each night?
He continues out of the room, closing the door behind him and leaving me alone to wait for the alpha who bought me.
Silk is stronger than it looks.
I twist and yank to get free. Nothing works. And I continue to burn, not only my skin, but between my legs.
And then I hear it.
The soft tread of footsteps. Not right outside but moving closer.
I squeeze my eyes shut, turn my head away from the door, and bury my face in the pillow. It doesn’t matter that I can barely breathe. Anything to silence the need to beg for this approaching alpha’s knot like I think I might want to.
Like I think I’m going to.
Soon.
Tears soak through the silk pillows as the footsteps get closer. I can no longer smell the potent scent of my pheromones, a sign my heat is well and truly here. But it also means I can’t smell the alpha approaching me either. Which is a good thing. If I recognize one of Lawrence’s friend’s, I’ll throw up.
No, you won’t. It won’t matter who walks through the door, what he looks like, or if he hits you with that jeweled whip. It won’t stop you from begging.
I lie still as the door swings open and footsteps move toward me. I could beg for him to let me go, but the man approaching is an alpha and alphas only want one thing from omegas.
