Eden,bright and beautiful, sits proudly up in the hills, perched above high-income neighborhoods.
At one time, it was a well-known celebrity getaway, a lavish hotel for the rich and famous. Now, it houses Omegas in its luxurious suites.
I would want for nothing if I turned myself in. The finest foods, designer clothes, the best healthcare—I could have it all, if I only sacrificed my soul.
If I become nothing but a hormone-driven puppet to be used by the elite.
Thankfully, Killian takes a turn down a quiet neighborhood, blocking my view of my would-be prison.
“You live in Beverly Hills?” I ask softly, as a sign welcomes us into the area.
He turns and grins at me as we pass by beautiful houses, winding around private roads and driving deeper into the exclusive neighborhood. Every house sits behind a gate, surrounded by perfectly manicured shrubs and trees.
It’s impossible to see beyond the winding driveways in the night.
“Not what you were expecting, right, beautiful?” He murmurs. I shake my head and scoff, continuing to watch out the window.
“Don’t call me beautiful.” I try to sound angry, but I’m so exhausted that it barely comes out above a whisper.
“Sorry,gorgeous, I’ll work on it.”
I roll my eyes, the act sending shooting pain through my head. I grimace, and he notices.
“As soon as I get you inside, we’ll take care of your injuries. We can always make a supply run.”
My head swims as I register his words.
“We?”
“You’ll see.”
What?
No. I don’t like that answer at all.
How many more people does he live with?
What’s stopping them from turning me in?
What if they’re all Alphas?
The questions dance in my mind as we near the edge of a long path, stopping near the top of a small hill. An iron gate opens, and he drives us past manicured hedges and up a generous stone driveway.
My mouth falls open. The house in front of me costs at least ten million dollars, if not more.
Dark trim and massive tinted windows line the tall exterior, giving it a modern and simple look.
It’s an architect’s dream, even in the dim light.
But my desperate mind clings to more base needs.
Shower.
Sleep.
Shelter.
Anything is better than the hovel I was in, but the home in front of me is breathtaking.