Page 50 of Tangled in Knots

I can hear the way Adira is gagging, struggling to swallow as the alpha groans as he comes. It’s hard to hold onto the conviction that I’m doing this to help her as I watch the crown of my cock disappear into her ass.

I don’t feel as if I am. Instead, I think I may be participating in breaking her.

“Fifteen million dollars!” screams an alpha as people groan and curse. The alpha fucking her pussy glances at me with a smirk.

Apparently we’ve hit a threshold people are hesitant to cross, and the auction is going to end.

“Make her come one last time, beta. May as well give the losers the honor of watching the cum leak from her pussy and ass. Listen to her already choking on Brock’s cum,” Vince growls next to me, too softly for the microphone.

Cum is running out of Adira’s mouth from the force of it, and I have to look away. Swallowing hard, I do as I’m told, my thumb rubbing over her clit, even as she whines and attempts to get away.

There’s nowhere to go though, nowhere to hide as I push her body, and when she clamps down on the invading cocks inside of her, my head drops back as I fill her ass with my cum.

“Going once, twice, sold to Pack Kelly!” the auctioneer screams, and my eyes close, hoping we did the right thing.

ADIRA

I can barely walk as I’m released from the leather bench, and a beta I vaguely recognize as Morris catches me. My eyelashes aresticking together from how much I cried and cum is drying on my skin.

The gag is still inside my mouth, holding my lips open wide, and it's difficult to swallow. The pills are starting to wear off, the high threatening to pitch me into darkness.

While it would be easy to submit to the cool beacon of oblivion, I force steel into my legs, so I can stand on my own.

“Time to head to another form of hell,” an alpha coos in my ear so only I can hear. A collar is fastened around my throat, the harshness of it making any blood I have left in my face bleed from it. A leash is attached and then I’m pulled so hard by it that I sprawl to the ground.

“Crawl to your new master,” the alpha yells. I can’t bring myself to look at Morris as I drop my head, my hair hiding my face as the alpha begins to drag me.

The leash chokes me where it’s connected to the cool leather collar, forcing me to crawl and scramble to keep up with the alpha. The humiliation just piles onto everything else I’ve had to endure today, and all the while, I think about how I trusted Morris on the porch, however many days ago at his sister’s home.

He’s a son, a brother to an omega, and yet he still delivered me to Madam Ophelia to prepare me to be auctioned off. There are so many worse things that he’s done than just that, but the reminders of them makes my eyes burn again.

Saliva dribbles out of my lips and down my chin to plop onto the ground, which is more proof of how powerless I am. I can’t help myself, all I can do is be led like a dog to my new owners.

There’s no doubt in my mind that these buyers will not have any redeeming qualities and that’s one more thing that will chisel and tear apart who I am. The omega who is crawling and shivering doesn’t feel like me. This person is weak and disgusting.

I can feel my scent match in the crowd, though I can’t scent him, because of how clogged my sinuses are. He’s closed off, but I can feel his terror and worry. It somehow helps me not feel as alone, though I don’t know how long I’ll feel the connection.

The alphas on stage smelled like spicy manure and pickles, two scents that shouldn’t ever live together. The pungent scent was pushed aside by the drugs I was force fed, and in a way it was a blessing.

I almost threw up on one of their dicks, the only thing that helped was the feel of Morris’ calloused hand on my throat.

The alpha’s hands are baby soft as they drift over my back, forcing me to arch in an effort to move away from him. The memory of his hands on me earlier, continuously throws me back into the memories where I was his personal whore on the stage.

The feeling of being in two places at once is somewhat disconcerting and gross to me. To make a living off the misery of so many omegas… I can’t even fathom the depravity someone would need to do this.

When we arrive at the stairs, the alpha makes me stand, and I descend them with my head down. I can feel many eyes on my body from the room, and the space is freezing cold. It probably has always been cold, I just didn’t feel it due to the heat running through my veins.

Cruel fingers pinch my chin, lifting it once my feet get to the bottom of the stairs. Rock Dresmond, the man who killed my father stands before me, a smirk on his lips. He looks so much like his oldest son, I would know him anywhere.

“You’re the troublemaker who made me wait for this moment,” he growls with gritted teeth. “It’s just as well, because this is so much better than I could have dreamed. This pack has agreed to give you back to me once they’re done fucking, rutting, and attempting to impregnate you. If you can’t rise tothe occasion, you’re going to end up right back here. My sons have sworn they haven’t fucked you, which I think is ridiculous. In many ways, they’re too damn weak to lead the empire I’m continuing to build. I’m sure Ophelia will give you to me to play with before we sell you again.”

My eyes gaze in horror at him, my vision so clear, I wish I was blind.

“Exciting, isn’t it?” Rock says, winking. “Eventually, the pack will tire of you, little whore. Your debt will never be paid, because your terror and humiliation simply tastes too good.”

Fisting my hair, he licks up my face.

“‘Till next time.”

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