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“I didn’t even think my scent match was out there,” Jasper says honestly. “I kept feeling drawn to you at the fundraiser, but then Wren went into heat while she was there and things got a little crazy.”

Memories come back to me of how damn brave that omega was as she clawed her way from heat cramps, almost looking as if nothing was happening unless you really paid attention. Wren Rivers is my damn hero in a lot of ways. Both of those omegas are going to do big things, and I want to help.

I can’t fucking do anything if I’m forced to play house with these damn alphas though.

“Why are you taking me into the room?” I ask. The words Tommy said aren’t really processing for me, not after I was in that fucking van with Arthur.

Tommy stops as he hears the panic in my voice, the idiot really focusing on me for a second.

“You think… fuck me,” he grumbles. “I’m not taking you in here to hurt, rape, or do anything of the like, Bluebell. Also, in case your memory is spotty, no one raped you last night either, I had a test run to check.”

My jaw drops in shock as he continues walking, tossing me onto the bed like a sack of potatoes. The feeling of relief that Arthur and those men didn’t violate me quickly is overtaken by Tommy’s words.

“You did what? I mean, what kind of test?!” I screech, wincing at my tone. The lamp looks like a pretty great weapon, so I lurch forward, yanking the cord out of the wall and launching it at Tommy. This time, Tommy manages to duck out of the way, but the lamp breaks on Jasper’s chest.

“Fuck, woman. Could you chill out?” Jasper gasps. “Tommy’s sister had a rape kit done. We had to know how far they went.”

“I… what?” I’m absolutely in shock that they thought this was okay. “On what planet did I land on that consent doesn’t exist?”

“It exists still, just not for you,” Tommy says, walking around the bed. Jasper dusts off his shirt of any glass before moving toward me. “You’re really going to hate me for this, Bluebell. I hope you don’t have to pee.”

Screaming, I try to fight them off when they grab my wrists. My brain vaguely tells me that they’re being gentle, but I’m overwhelmed and anxious. Everything feels ten times worse than it is, though finding myself chained to Tommy’s bed with my wrists over my head is pretty awful.

For the omega who hates having her choices taken from her, it’s happening quite often.

“Bastards,” I hiss. The shirt Tommy gave me is riding up my thighs, and I hold them tightly together, fucking tired of not having real clothes.

Jasper rolls his eyes as he throws a blanket over my legs.

“You’re the one who is being a brat,” he says. “Give us a chance, Cerenity.”

What if by doing that, it takes every one of mine away?

Neither one of them understands that.

“I can’t,” I rasp, tears beginning to burn behind my eyes.

“Then welcome to your new home, Bluebell,” Tommy says with a shrug. “Next time I’m back, maybe the scent blocker will be out of your system.”

That could be hours or days.

“Are you fucking serious?” I yell as they walk away, leaving me shackled to Tommy’s bed. “Fuck you!”

My breaths come faster as I drop my head back on my pillows. The light is wrong in here, these blankets are scratchy, and I’m freaking the fuck out.

I’m alone again, with no one who understands, having a panic attack.

Chapter Eleven

JASPER

“Tiny has claws,” I mutter as I hear her still screaming. “Are you sure she’ll be okay in there?”

“Yeah, it’s a temper tantrum,” Tommy grunts, though his steps hesitate. “She’ll be happier when she has clothes, and some underwear.”

Snorting, I shake my head as I jog down the stairs and see the frying pans. “I think she was planning to bludgeon us into submission.”

“It’s sexy as hell is what it is,” Tommy murmurs. “I want to get her some arnica for her bruising and pain she may have. Marie left things here, but there has to be more I can be doing to help. Let’s get cleaned up, change, and then go out to get her some clothes and shit. Omegas like pretty things, right?”

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