Page 22 of Secured By the Buyer

After I was hauled out of the office and my hands and legs were bound to stop me from attacking anyone else, I had been plunked down on the sofa in the living room to sit beside Jade.

The other Omega has a mulish set to his jaw and leans back against the cushions, his arms crossed over his chest in defiance.

One of the twins towers over him. “How did you let a drugged, underweight kid get the jump on you? I trained you better than this!”

“Oh, fuck off, Caleb.” Jade turns a glare on my Alpha. “You said he was a kitten.”

“Kittens still have claws!” Caleb retorts, anger flaring in his dark-brown eyes.

In a chair off to the side of the couch, the other twin groans, adjusting the ice pack on his groin as he winces with discomfort. “They also bust nuts, apparently.”

I bite back a smirk, remembering the satisfaction of punching him earlier.

“You’re acting like a baby, Damien,” Jade snorts.

“At least I wasn’t tangled up in bedsheets,” Damien snaps.

Caleb throws his hands up. “You’re both acting like children.”

“I know you are, but what am I?” Damien mocks, and Jade opens and closes his hand in a yapping gesture.

It’s obvious they’re all close. I was right not to trust the other Omega.

“Ignore them.” My Alpha kneels in front of me, his red-brown hair falling over his forehead. He gives me a reassuring smile, but concern tightens his features. “How about some soup?”

He lifts a spoonful toward me, the steam carrying the rich scent of chicken and vegetables.

I turn my head away. “I’m not hungry.”

My stomach betrays me with a growl, and Liam raises an eyebrow. “I’m beginning to think you’re in a constant state of hunger.”

I glare at the reminder of how we first met, back when I thought he was flirting with me. He was probably aiming fortwoslaves for the price of one.

“Please?” he begs. “Let me feed you, princess.”

I glare some more. “How do I know it’s not poisoned?”

“Here.” He takes a bite of the soup, making a show of swallowing it before he holds another spoonful out for me. “See? Not poisoned.”

“Great.” I wiggle my hands tied behind my back. “Untie me so I can feed myself.”

He appears conflicted, uncomfortable with the situation.

“Please, Alpha,” I whimper, leaning closer to him, my bottom lip trembling. “I’m so hungry. Won’t you untie me?”

His focus drops to my bound arms, and his face softens with sympathy. For a moment, it seems like he’ll give in.

“You’re still bleeding from the fork he stabbed you with, Liam,” Caleb cuts in. “Don’t be stupid.”

Anger flashes through me at his interference.

“Andyou.” Caleb wags a finger at me. “No utensils until you prove you can play nice.”

I snap my teeth at Caleb’s outstretched finger, missing by only a hair.

He snatches his hand back. “Bloodthirsty little thing, aren’t you?”

His twin laughs, then groans and adjusts the ice pack on his groin, wincing as he does so.

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