Dove
Iwalkbackto the house with an extra spring in my step.
Rose is so sweet, and she has definitely made my life brighter. With a friend like her around, my time at the estate may just be a little bit easier.
Well, just about. I’m still a prisoner. Nothing will ever change that.
I’m still not sure where I stand with the alphas. While they have treated me fairly so far by clothing me and feeding me, they still view me as a threat.
They don’t trust me, and I won’t deny that it hurts. I know I did a bad thing, but if only they were there; if only they saw what Derrick did to me.
Would they even care? I’m not so sure. While Sebastian and Isaac have been nice to me, Roman has given me nothing but the cold shoulder, and he hates me. I have no doubt in my mind. He can’t even trust me enough around his grandmother, and now I have to wear this awful tracking device.
I hid the device beneath a scarf before I went to visit Rose. I thought it was best that she didn’t see. She will know that I’m an omega. There’s no hiding that fact, but she doesn’t have to know that her grandson hates me and that he doesn’t trust me.
She doesn’t have to know about Whitney either. No one does, and I just thank my lucky stars that Roman didn’t have the sense to check my room for weapons.
Sebastian didn’t even come back to take the knife from me, and it makes me wonder. Did he leave it with me on purpose?
He is a strange one, and out of the three of them, he’s the hardest to read. I never know what is going on in his head. I’m not sure if I want to know.
He’s a deadly psychopath. I wonder if he names his knives too?
With most of my chores done for the day, I go up to my room and stare at the ceiling. I even twiddle my thumbs. The tracker blinks around my neck, and I sigh, wishing I could yank it off. It’s sweaty and makes my neck itch.
I wonder if Roman is watching me now on his app?
I’m so bored. But I can handle boredom. I spent three years in captivity after all. So what’re a few more hours of staring at the wall?
What I can’t handle is being trapped inside a house with three hot alphas. My first heat is coming up soon. I am seeing the signs already. I have stacked my pillows high around my bed in an attempt at building a nest, and my perfume is getting stronger.
Also, I have been stealing their clothes.
I currently cling onto Isaac’s shirt. I found it on the floor of his bedroom after I cleaned it, and I’m such a pervert. But I can’t help it. It soothes me, and I even slip it on at night so I can sleep better.
I just need to take something of Sebastian’s next. And don’t forget Roman too. Why have the scent of one alpha when you can have three?
I lift Isaac’s shirt to my nose and inhale. His scent of wild grass fills me instantly, and I also get a faint scent of summer rain too. So good.
My pussy throbs and I groan when my slick drips between my legs.
Sebastian’s scent of burned coal lingers on Isaac’s shirt too, and I raise my eyebrows. Why would his scent be on Isaac’s shirt?
They smell fantastic together. Like burning grass.
Roman smells of whiskey and chocolate, and I wish I could take something of his too. I just can’t help but be a little wary of him. I’m still convinced that he hates me, and I doubt he would be pleased with me if I stole one of his ties.
Well, only if he finds out.
Dinner is fast approaching, and I best get a shower. I’m spiking, after all, and the last thing I want to do is put the alphas off their food.
There comes a thin rap at the door, and I gasp, stuffing Isaac’s shirt beneath the pillow. Damn. I got so distracted by the alpha’s scent that I forgot to get a shower.
Now I smell like him.
I slip off the bed, approaching the door warily. Should I open it? I don’t want whoever it is on the other side to catch Isaac’s scent on me.
Unless I just play dumb. I did clean his room earlier, and Isaac is one messy alpha. Apple cores, empty soda cans, buckets of discarded chicken bones, you name it.