He has a grandmother? How sweet. I love grandmothers. I loved my own.
“Yes, alpha,” I reply, letting him know that I accept his orders. It’s not as if I would have had a choice anyway.
It’s an omega’s job to accept an alpha’s order, whether she likes them or not, but I honestly don’t mind cleaning for them and taking care of his grandma.
It sure as hell beats trying to escape tonight and going off on my own.
But I don’t want them to get in trouble for keeping me here. It was how my own grandparents met their demise after all.
I have to go.
A ghostly silence drifts around the room, and I’m tempted to look up, but I keep my gaze peeled on my plate. It’s real china, and I really am out of my depth.
I hope Roman will excuse me soon. I just want to go back to my room and plan my escape for later.
“There’s... just one more condition I have for you, Dove. I hope you understand.”
My heart thuds in my chest. I knew there would be something more.
Roman sighs, coming around the table, and I have no choice but to sit still. With gentle hands, he slips something cold, hard, and plastic around my neck, and my eyes bulge in horror.
What did he put on me?
“It’s a tracker,” Roman says as if hearing my thoughts. “Just a precaution. You are a highly dangerous individual, after all. Well, according to your file. You attacked and killed an alpha. Please understand that I am only looking out for my grandmother and pack.”
Tears sting my eyes, but I don’t cry. I suppose I should have expected this. But I won’t even be able to escape now. They really do have me right where they want me.
I was only thinking about escaping since it was the best option for us all. If I stay, they die. If I leave, well, only I have to die.
At least no one else would have to get hurt on my behalf, and I can’t handle this. I am no more free than I was back at the OCC, and it’s as the saying goes: out of the frying pan and into the fire.
I don’t look at Sebastian or Isaac again. The first gives off deadly, murderous vibes as Roman fastens the awful device around my neck, and I just want to shrink.
What’s worse is that I completely understand Roman’s reasoning. I am a dangerous individual; I’m hiding a steak knife in my underwear.
I am not to be trusted.
It appears I really am a monster. Everyone in this room knows it, and now I have the tracker to prove it.
Roman finishes fastening the device around my neck, and now he returns to his seat. “Well, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, I hope you’ve got room for dessert...”
Sebastian scoffs, getting up to leave, and it appears Roman’s suggestion of dessert has pissed him off.
But I suppose it’s a silver lining. I just hope the cake is chocolate.
Roman continues. “Also... good choice of dress. That had been my mother’s favorite. Don’t worry, we will get you your own clothes soon enough, but for now, you are free to wear hers.”
Startled, I glance down at the dress, and a ghostly chill spreads through my body. I had been wearing a dead woman’s dress this whole time? No wonder I got the faint scent of beta.
When the dessert finally arrives, I try to take my mind off of things and just enjoy the simple pleasure of eating chocolate again.
Sure, I may have become a prisoner again, but at least I get cake.
I’m going to enjoy every last bite.
***
I get straight to work the next day, polishing all the floors until they shine. I even used a little elbow grease, and before long I could see my own face.