Page 2 of Knot My Sin

“Good girl, Wren,” he murmurs. I can’t help the whimper I make. I’m cold, my stomach is starting to hurt, and I’m really fucking scared. “I’m Trey, and your parents were nice enough to give you to me. Do you know what that means?”

I shake my head, but quickly answer when he snarls at me. “No, Alpha,” I gasp. “I don’t know what that means.”

I’ve never called anyone this before, but I do notice the glow in Trey’s eyes when I say it. He has to be in his early forties, though there are very few wrinkles on his face. I’m a little girl, and while I don’t understand what’s happening, my teeth are starting to chatter in fear.

I’ve never been scared like this before. I don’t know what to do except what I’m told.

“Good, pet. That’s okay,” Trey says with a small smile. “It means you’re mine for as long as I want you to be. We’re going to be good friends, you and I.”

“We are, Alpha?” I breathe. My fingers are twitching from the cold and the stress. I don’t want to make a wrong move, an instinct I’m unaware of wants to make this man happy.

“Yes,” he says. Standing, he looks down at me as he opens the door. “Crawl to me, little omega.”

I’m scrambling to follow the instructions in his bark before I can even begin to understand it, crawling to him. His fingers dig into my long brown hair, stroking its softness as I lean into him.

“As long as you’re a good girl, you won’t have to sleep in the basement, pet. Is that understood?” he asks, his hand fisting as he pulls back my head.

The cry I make as he forces back my head echoes through the basement, and Trey chuckles.

“Yes, I think you understand me just fine.”

Tears fall from my eyes for the first time since I woke up, but they excite him. I quickly learn after this moment never to show anyone my weaknesses. Even when I have no power, I can swallow back my tears.

1

WREN

TEN YEARS LATER

“It’s too bad you had to get old,” Trey sighs. I’m kneeling at his feet, chin pointed down in perfect submission. Unfortunately, the floor is cold instead of the plush warmth of the rugs of his home, and I’m currently naked as I kneel.

I’m not old, but I am older than my Alpha likes his girls. I’m the youngest omega he’s found at ten years of age, and he jumped at the chance to pay my parents whatever they wanted.

At the stab of pain in my chest, I push the thought away, because I don’t like to think about the past.

The time where my name was Harley Rivers is long gone. I’m not that wide eyed, innocent little girl anymore, something Trey has made sure of. Now, I stay silent, conditioned to being his perfect little omega.

“Why didn’t the hormone suppressant pills work,” Trey complains. His hand fists in my hair, pulling my head roughly back. I no longer make sound, even as the pain makes my eyes sting with tears that will never drop.

“Look at you. Wren, you have breasts now. Why couldn’t you stay my little pet forever?”

I stare at his forehead because he doesn’t like eye contact from me unless he commands it. His Alpha bark is so strong, I have a feeling that if he could, he’d command me to never grow up, always to stay his little omega.

Instead, he gave me pills that practically stopped my development. Unfortunately, not only is this type of medication incredibly dangerous for an omega, it’s also not effective indefinitely.

I started growing hair at nineteen that I made sure to wax, which is the reason why he kept me so long. I also would have bound my breasts if I didn’t spend so much time naked around him.

Every hint that I was growing more mature I attempted to erase, because I was terrified this day would come.

Whenever Trey was angry with me, he would tell me about the auctions. There are several of these omega auction houses in the Minnesota area, but he typically goes to the Jefferson City Auction House to see what they have available.

He’ll make the trip at least once a month, but hasn’t been able to find any omegas in the age group he enjoys.

So Trey has kept me for the past ten years, even beyond the prime time he likes, desperate to keep my body as prepubescent as possible.

“Why,” he snarls, slapping at my breasts, and making me cry out. “Now I have to sell you! How could you do this to me, pet?”

“I’m sorry, Alpha,” I whisper. I am, though not for the reasons he thinks. I would much rather stay with the devil I know than the one I don’t.

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