Fuck,fuck,fuck!
What was I thinking going to that alpha? And why did I dry hump him in front of the whole bar?
This isn’t good. I can’t screw this up. Not when I’m so close to getting my ass out of here.
I gave myself a goal, and that was to live the rest of my life alone in the woods. Alone andwithoutalphas.
I’ve had quite enough of alphas these past six years, thank you. They all act as if they own my body, and fuck them.
I willnotbecome some alpha’s sex slave. And I willnotbecome some baby-making machine either. I don’t even know why people find babies so cute. They’re creepy, and the way they juststareat you.
Seriously, chubby cheeks, do I have a TV on my head or something? Stop looking at me!
I’m not thinking straight. My mind is still reeling from before.
That beautiful, blond alpha pressed his knot to my pussy, and it felt so right. I swear my soul was flying over the clouds for a moment. I was that fucking high on hormones, and I am so pathetic.
It doesn’t add up. I took my pills. I shouldn’t be so horny. My skin has that gross, sticky feel that I get when I’m in heat, and I am in serious need of a cold shower.
I just want to scrub that alpha’s scent off my skin. His hands were all over me, feeling every contour of my flesh, and I just can’t.
Normally, I cringe at the thought of an alpha’s touch, but it was different with that one.
It makes no sense.
My perfume is spiking, and I don’t understand.
Martina, Emma, and Rachael laugh when I return to the dressing room, and I finally snap. “What the fuck is so goddamn funny?”
Emma and Rachael smirk. Martina’s lips pull back to show her teeth, and a shiver runs from my tailbone to my brain.
The three of them cackle like witches again, and this is pathetic. I’m going to my room.
It’s where I live, after all. I have the best suite in the house. Since I bring in a lot of cash for the club, Steve offers me a bed. Sure, I still have to give him head every now and again, but I think it’s a pretty fair arrangement.
Yeah, inhell.
I have to get away. Steve is a slimeball. He abuses and mistreats the strippers, and I know for a fact he would sell me to the devil if it so much as saved his gross pig hide.
Maybe I have enough to escape tonight. I keep a wad of cash beneath the floorboards under my bed.
Rushing to my room, I lock it behind me as I calm my pounding heart. Then I head toward the bed, gathering my money.
I’m still a little short, but maybe I can just get by. I can handle the consequences. It has to be better than what Martina and Steve have in store for me.
I did not like the look on my fellow stripper’s face earlier one bit. That bitch is dark, and she knows how to play dirty.
Grabbing my suitcase, I start shoving the few meager possessions I own inside. I don’t have much in the way of belongings.
My parents sold me to the OCC the moment I manifested, and I haven’t heard from them since.
Honestly, Dove was all the family I ever had, and Lark too. She was our other cellmate. I never got on with her as much, but I still miss her at times.
She was the best omega of us all. I bet she’s entertaining billionaires right now. I bet she even has herself a pack.
It doesn’t take me long to gather my things. I still wear the golden bra and panties beneath a long trench coat, which I’ll button up later when I’m safe.
I could still do with a shower, but that will have to wait. There’s just one more thing I need before I leave.