Nothing happens as we just continue our staring match, and he’s an idiot if he thinks his scary alpha act will intimidate me. I don’t care how many skulls he has cracked.
He will not overcome me.
Finally, he whirls away and storms down the hall. Then he calls over his shoulder. “Come. I am taking you to your room.”
Myroom? Things just got a whole lot more interesting. I try to hide the giddiness as I follow him down several winding halls, and before I know it I’m standing in front of my new room.
I gaze up at the door. It has its own security pad, and I grind my teeth. It’s just another cell in the end, and I feel stupid for getting so excited.
Tim does something with the buttons, and then he glares down at me, giving me a set of numbers.
“Think you can remember that, omega?”
I repeat the series of numbers in my head. “Yes.”
He doesn’t bother answering me back. With another sneer, he fiddles with several more buttons. The door opens, revealing a lavish room.
My chin hits the carpet. I think I am definitely going to like it here. King-sized canopy bed, luxury en suite, and a walk-in closet. Also, the wide windows give a panoramic view of the city as I creep closer to the glass, gazing down at all the people who once walked all over me.
A smirk crosses my face.
I feel like a queen staring down at her subjects, and maybe I should just make the most of my new life here. It could be worse. I could be being transported to the gallows right now.
I no longer have any means of hiding my designation, and the thought spears my heart like a lance.
Fuck. My heat.
Staying here would be next to suicide with three dominant alphas and one beta. I may not have anything to worry about with the last guy, but I didn’t miss the way he looked at me either.
At least he had the humility to look away when I met his eyes. Not many betas do that when in the presence of an omega. They like to boss my kind around since we’re lower than they are. But that beta was humble enough to know when he was beaten.
If I am going to be staying here for the foreseeable future, then I have a right to feel comfortable and safe.
I peer up at Tim. “Do you think you guys could hook me up with a dealer? I’ve... run out of suppressant pills.”
My question seems to fall on deaf ears as the alpha scowls at me from the corner of the room, his eyes glowing in the dim light. But then he bares his teeth, and I think that’s just his regular facial expression.
“That depends on the boss.”
I roll my eyes. Of course.
“But... I may know of a guy,” he continues. “You’re right. The less of your scent around here, then the better for us. We may even be able to concentrate again.”
I narrow my eyes, turning my back to the window. “Oh, I’m sorry. Does my perfume offend you poor alphas? It’s not like I asked to be here, so the least you could do is find me some hormone suppressants formybenefit. You think I want to be alone in a penthouse with a bunch of strange alphas when my...?”
My voice trails off. The word just sounds so dirty, even for me.
Tim visibly flinches as the word hovers on my tongue, and I can see the wordheatmakes him uncomfortable too. I wonder what his deal is. He almost seems immune to my omega charms.
Not that I care, but I’m too used to alphas of his size thinking they own every inch of my body, yet this one keeps his distance.
It’s... different. Agooddifferent, though.
Still, he’s an asshole. I can’t let his blasé attitude toward my designation fool me.
He’d still gladly kill me, just like his boss.
They’re both my enemies.