ItfeelslikeI’mfloating on air as I slowly come back to the world of the living, and fuck. I didn’t die after all.
I don’t mean to sound so morbid, but dying in my sleep would have been far more preferable to whatever horrors the government has in store for me next.
They may even torture me, and my heart thumps against the hard, lumpy surface that I’m lying on. It smells of semen and cigarettes, and I know that smell.
That's Steve’s couch.
I open my eyes, wincing at a harsh overhead light. My head is pounding, and I feel as if I have just woken from the worst hangover.
At least my cramps have subsided. Well, for the time being. My body has focused all of its energy on healing me now, but I know the cramps will return with vengeance.
That’s what I get for trying to hide my true nature, and I bet Mother Nature is pissed. She’s going to make me pay.
As if to punctuate my point, my stomach pinches, and then my ovaries feel as if they’re going to explode.
I have no idea when my heat will hit now, and that just makes it ten times worse. It could be tomorrow or in the next few seconds.
I try moving my arms, but they’re tied behind my back. So I try my legs, but they’ve been restrained too.
Well, it looks like I’m trapped. There’s no escaping this place now. I flop down onto the disgusting pea-green couch of Steve’s office, and I should have known he would have brought me here.
It’s where he brings all his girls when he wants a good time.
I know exactly what he plans to do with me, and the taste of vomit lingers at the back of my throat when I envision him being the first to knot me.
I’m a knot virgin. While I’ve had all kinds of other dicks, I have never taken an alpha’s knot.
Damn, has Steve cranked up the heating or what? I’m sweating all over. I can’t even slip my coat off because he tied my hands behind my back. I’m still covered in body shimmer, and I feel so dirty.
Voices echo down the hall, and I freeze. They’re hard to make out at first, but there’s no denying the smooth, icy lilt, and the cramps ease somewhat when I recognize his baritone.
It’s my alpha from the bar. Why is he heading towards Steve’s office?
“I swear, Mr. Whitefang, the omega is in top condition.”
It’s like someone squeezes my heart. Steve knows I’m an omega now. I suppose it’s pretty obvious, no thanks to Martina, but it still chills me to the core to hear the words from his thin, cracked lips.
“I’ll take your word for it,Steven.”
Again, the alpha’s voice soothes me, and my body relaxes the closer he gets to the door. Hell knows why. He’s an alpha, and all alphas are dangerous. Yet why do I feel so drawn to that one?
I may be attracted to him, but I can’t let my omega hormones get the better of me. It’s not me, after all. It’s the drugs Martini snuck into my room.
Finally, the two alphas enter the office, and I close my eyes, pretending to be asleep. Just play possum. Maybe then they will see that I’m already dead and just go away.
The blond alpha stops beside me, and I get a whiff of his fresh, glacier scent with a hint of peppermint.
There’s no missing his sharp inhale as he takes in my perfume. A low growl rumbles in his chest, and slick drips from my pussy.
I have never had this kind of reaction around an alpha before.
“See, Mr. Whitefang? In top condition,” comes the sly voice of my manager, and I can just picture his smirking lips as he leans against the wall. His lips are vile, and he has a cold-sore tonight.
That’s herpes of the mouth.
“Who gave her the shiner?”
Ice trickles through my veins when I hear the deadly tone in the new alpha’s voice, and I continue being a cute, cuddly possum.