Page 9 of Consider The Lilies

The omega’s pupils are blown out, his eyelids fluttering as he struggles to concentrate.

This close, I can properly smell his subtle floral scent. It’s less potent due to the drugs, but it’s still very pleasant. He smells like jasmine and some kind of rose. It’s so fucking delicate, it makes my mouth water.

“Puh-please,” the omega stammers. His words are slurred, his eyes unfocused. “Help.” His pink tongue slips over his dry bottom lip. “Please.” The sound of his timid voice sends shockwaves straight to my groin. My instincts rise, and, for a moment, the urge to snatch him up and fuck him hard grips me. And I want to destroy anyone who tries to stop me.

It’s a wildly confusing desire.

“Let go,” Angelica orders the omega. Dr. Plume pushes a needle into the omega’s slim thigh, and the cold fingers around my wrist fall away. Slowly, the omega’s hand drops to the table as his body goes slack once again. His eyes roll up into his head, and he goes still.

I fucking hate that he’s not touching me anymore.

Without thinking, my hand flies out, and I grab the omega’s face, turning it one way and then the other. He’s breathing. But barely. He’s so weak. So precious. I want to demand that he open his eyes and look at me again, but I know he can’t hear me.

“What did you give him?” I snap, my voice booming in the otherwise quiet tent.

A few omegas on the other side of the flimsy wall whimper at the sound, but then they go quiet. Enraged the doctor hasn’t answered me yet, I snap my head to one side, glaring hard at the fucker.

Dr. Plume’s mouth opens, then closes, struggling to find his words. “An extra dose of the sedative,” he finally says in a submissive whisper. I’m pleased when he drops his gaze to his feet. “I apologize.”

I narrow my eyes at the asshole before looking back at the young blond omega. I’m surprised to see that I’m gripping his face so hard, his lips are puckered out, giving me a clear view of his two front teeth and soft tongue. Needing to see more of him, I push his upper lip up, taking in the top row of clean, straight teeth and pink gums.

This omega has been cared for by someone.

Maybe he was traveling with betas or got lost after a picnic, and simply had the misfortune of running into my snatchers. But, either way, it feels like he doesn’t belong here.

A trace of sadness lances my chest, and I release the omega’s face. I press against my breastbone, shoving my fist between my pecs.What a bizarre sensation.I never give a shit about how we get our merchandise. Just that they’re fed and clean for the alphas to bid on. But there’s something about this male…something that makes me want to protect him.Or maybe I’m horny and need to get laid.

That makes more sense.

“Sir?” Angelica says softly. “What do you think? Do you want to wait or?—”

“No,” I snap, releasing the omega’s face. “He gets auctioned tonight,” I say forcefully.I need this boy gone.I don’t know why, but his presence has me on edge.

“Yes, sir.” Angelica bows her head. “Dr. Plume will make sure to have him ready.”

The doctor quickly nods, the movement jerky. Maybe even scared. I am pretty wound up. I’m sure my scent is incredibly sharp right now.

“I don’t care if we lose money,” I say, taking one more look at the omega. His soft hair hangs over his forehead, falling over his closed eyes. I want to brush it back and admire his face once more, but I shove my hands into my pockets, refusing to act on such a pathetic desire. “I don’t want him here next month.”

“We’ll get him collared and ready,” Angelica assures me and tucks her hands behind her back. But then the she-alpha’s blue eyes narrow, and her jaw clenches tight. I smell Bear’s masculine scent a second later as he steps up behind me.

“What’s this?” he asks, staring at the young omega. “A male?” His dark brows lift as he stares at the delicate creature.

“He’s not well.” I fight off a random stab of emotion.Do I feel sorry for him?

Bear stares at the boy as he steps a little closer to the metal table. The alpha sniffs the air and his big body tenses. Moving slowly, he ghosts a hand over the omega’s side. It’s a little weird. Bear doesn’t usually react to the omegas—at least not in an obvious way. He’s a master at masking his true emotions. But right now, the bearded-alpha almost looks scared.

“He’s so pale.” Bear’s voice is soft as if lost in a trance. His long fingers dance down the side of his face, caressing his cheek. The omega whimpers, and the sudden urge to rip Bear’s fuckingarm off slams into me. I take a quick step back, trying to keep my absurd reaction under control.

But the fact is, I hate that Bear is touching him, which is so…confusing.

He and I share everything. He’s my packmate. My lover. My best friend. But, right now, I want to gut him for even looking at this pitiful male omega.

“Would you like to see the display room?” Angelica cuts a hard glare at Bear, also clearly not happy with the alpha touching the merchandise.

Does Angelica want this omega too?

Does she want us to leave so she can touch him and rut him when no one is looking?

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