Page 9 of Knot My Sin

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I’m in another basement, and the irony isn’t lost on me. Shivering, I attempt to ignore my hunger as my stomach complains. It’s been hours since one of the alphas dumped me in this room in the basement and then left. I thought he’d command me to do something, anything, but he didn’t.

I don’t really understand why they bid on me. There are three alphas and what I believe to be an omega who is wearing descenting lotion. I’m unnaturally observant, and the ways these alphas have been catering to him tells me he’s special.

I didn’t really catch any names, but I died a little inside when my scent match threw me into the trunk of the vehicle like yesterday’s trash. I laid there after with a mix of shock and sadness, almost as if I was frozen. The omega didn’t seem pleased, but after that I retreated into my mind.

I barely paid attention to their conversation, my heart a confused mess as the SUV filled with the scents of caramel, nutmeg, and chili. They shouldn’t work so well together, but they do. For a short period of time I could smell the omega in the warehouse, and it makes me crave a dessert I’ve never tasted before.

Trey was as careful about my diet as he was to provide me with the best hormonal suppressant medication money could buy. I hate my breasts, perfuming, slick and everything that comes with being a female omega. I’ve never once orgasmed with him unless he used his alpha bark on me.

He manipulated my pleasure, how excited my body could become for me, and how long it took until he was too close to rutting. When he realized my slick and perfume were responsible for this, he’d force me down and find inventive ways to hurt me to keep his rut in check.

Today when he decided to have me one last time, he came to the conclusion that he can’t control himself with a mature omega. No wonder he’s constantly hunting for young omegas.

Blinking, I shiver as I stare down at my skin. Ophelia decided that the only way for me to be safe enough to sell at auction would be to rub me down with descenting lotion, so the auction wouldn’t become too unsafe. These were her words, not mine, when she dragged me off to do my makeup.

I think Trey’s reaction to me surprised her. I don’t think he has any control at all, which is why he insisted on taking all of mine away.

Standing abruptly, I start to pace to stay warm. God, these alphas are rich, why is this damn basement so cold?

They didn’t bother to leave me anything other than a thin blanket, and I shake my head as I pace. Why bother to bid on me at all?

I just don’t understand any of this.

There aren’t any windows down here, so I can’t tell the passage of time exactly, but it’s been long enough for my stomach to start to violently cramp. Trey barely fed me breakfast before beginning the drive to the auction house, and then no one bothered to think about whether or not I was hungry.

My fingers slowly touch the collar that tells the world I’m some kind of slave and unsnap the clasp holding it together. Dropping it to the ground, I stare down at it. I will not wear that.

No one has demanded that I stay down here, so I take a breath and creep slowly toward the door to the room. I haven’t thought to test it to see if it’s locked or not, but the alpha with the nutmeg and heather scent and tousled blond hair seemed in too much of a hurry to bother to.

My fingers tremble as I reach out and wrap them around the handle. I haven’t heard anyone outside of my door, but I’ve been wrong before. Trey violently punished me whenever I made the wrong move, making sure not to hit anywhere that would make a mark. I also don’t carry any scars because omegas are resilient creatures. It takes a lot of energy to scar an omega.

Trey just wanted to make sure I remembered the pain. He didn’t need me to bear the physical reminders of it, though.

Pushing open the door, I peek outside of it as I look around. There should be alphas roaming around, but instead it’s quiet. On second thought, as I creep slowly out onto the main floor, I glance out the windows to see it’s completely dark outside.

Roaming through the rooms, I find a clock that tells me that it’s almost three in the morning. This explains why my stomach is cramping with hunger and my mouth feels like sandpaper. My lips twist as I look around as I walk, almost tip-toeing in a house filled with sleeping alphas and their omega.

My heart hurts at the thought, so much I have to rub my chest. Omegas like myself don’t get loving alphas. Instead, we’re ignored, starved, and abused. Shivering in the ridiculous lingerie I’m still wearing, I remind myself that this is my life, until whoever owns me finally kills me, because I’m no longer useful.

I wish I hadn’t met my scent match, an alpha who is happily mated to another omega. It just feels incredibly unfair. I could have lived my entire miserable life without ever having met him.

Sometimes, ignorance really is bliss.

Blowing out a breath, I wince when my throat reminds me that it’s raw and I’m severely dehydrated. Walking a little faster as I search this huge house for a kitchen, I pass the giant dining room table, sunken living space, and gorgeous huge windows, before I finally find the kitchen.

The moonlight floods the huge space, making it so I don’t have to turn on any lights as I head straight to the sink. My fingers are twitching because I’m starting to worry about being caught.

They didn’t alpha command for me to stay in the basement, but I doubt they want me wandering while they’re asleep.

Turning on the faucet, I cup my hands under the running water, shivering at the coolness of it. I’m desperate for a sip, so as soon as the liquid pools in my hand, I lift it to my lips. Swallowing greedily, the delicious water goes a long way toward soothing my throat.

I stop drinking before I’m even close to sated, because I don’t want to get sick. Moderation isn’t something omegas do well, but I’ve learned the difficult way that I need to. Trey made sure I was his perfect princess, at the perfect weight, with the exact proportions to make him happy. He wasn’t very pleased when my breasts started to develop, and that’s what led to my being sold at auction.

For two million dollars.

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