This place is too fancy for an ex-stripper like me, and my cheeks burn when I feel all those eyes.
I look like a cheap whore, especially with the tracker around my neck.
Shit. The tracker.
They will know what I am.
An omega.
People whisper as we enter the revolving doors, and not for the first time in my life, I curse the day I awakened.
It’s not like it gets any better the moment we enter the building. It’s even worse inside. At least on the street, I had the open air. Now I feel boxed in. There’s no way to escape now if I tried.
It’s not like I would get far. Killian would always find me, and I bet he would make do on his promise of killing me.
I ball my fists. I guess there is a silver lining here; I get to have money and riches beyond my wildest dreams, but I am still a prisoner. An alpha’s pet.
And now the whole world knows it.
People point at my tracker, and despite how embarrassed I am, I hold my head high.
Fuck curling up into a fetal position and wishing that I could die. I’m an omega, and I am not afraid to show it.
There's another silver lining: the government is no longer a threat to me. I no longer have to hide from them now that I am Killian’s pet. I saw the police car when Fionn drove past like a madman earlier.
They didn’t care. They knew whose car it was and kept their distance.
The Whitefang Pack are untouchable. You’d have to be a fool to go up against them or suicidal.
The woman at the counter looks me up and down with a condescending smirk when I approach. But then her beady eyes fall on Fionn, and the change in her attitude is almost immediate.
“Hi, I’m Mel. How may I help you?”
I peer up at Hiroshi and Fionn. Fionn gives me the thumbs up. I sigh and direct my hands down my body.
“Well, for starters, you could fix all of this.”
Again, her eyes go up and down my shirt/dress, and there’s no missing her smirk again.
How sad that she’s so insecure to the point that she has to make others feel bad. I see it with all the shopping assistants here.
They’re all stuck-up bitches, and I best be careful with this lot.
It’s no different from being back at the strip club.
Mel drapes an arm around my shoulder, and her arm feels like a king cobra as she leads me deeper into the bowels of the store.
Hiroshi and Fionn are not too far behind.
I don’t miss the snorts from the other shopping assistants. The tracker will clash with everything in this shop, but I’m willing to make it work.
Bring it on, bitches.
***
I gaze down at my new dress, twirling before the mirror. When I asked for a short hem, Mel looked as if she had shit stuck beneath her nose.
I don’t give a fuck what she thinks. I have flesh, and I am not afraid to show it.