Page 6 of Consider The Lilies

“That’s good.” Dr. Plume smiles as my body sways. “Don’t fight it. Let the medicine do its job.”

My head rolls forward then back. Angelica presses a manicured hand to my chest. Still holding the back of my head, she helps me lie back, resting on the cold metal table.

I’m vaguely aware of the fingers on my waistband. My zipper is pulled down, and my pants are tugged down my legs. A voice in the back of my mind screams to fight them off, but my body won’t move. Even my eyelids droop.

No one other than Mari has seen me naked. Well, my mom did, but I was a little kid when she passed. It doesn’t really count.

“Open for me, omega,” Dr. Plume says, pulling my chin down. His latex gloves smell weird. Too strong. Like rubber and chemicals.

I lie there, completely naked, as he examines my teeth, gums, and tongue. He looks in my ears and presses at the mating glands on the sides of my neck. He even listens to my heart and lungs, before pressing on my stomach. I’m vaguely aware that he and Angelica can see the grotesque outline of my ribs, my pointy hip bones, as well as my privates, but I can’t lift my arms to cover myself. They’re too dang heavy.

Gloved fingers prod at my privates, lifting my penis before spreading my legs to look at my back entrance. Even in my drugged state, I know how embarrassing this is.

“No.” The word comes out slurred as I try to lift one hand to cover myself. The simple movement is so difficult. It’s like my bones are made of concrete and my muscles are bags of sand.

“Easy, omega.” Angelica captures my wrist, holding it in her firm grip. “Is something wrong?” she asks the doctor.

The beta lets out a thoughtful sigh. “His testicles are a little small.” He cups my sack, gently squeezing. “Maybe even slightly underdeveloped.”

“No,” I whine high in my throat.

Angelica shushes me, but it’s not the comforting sound an alpha should offer a distressed omega—it’s sharp. Like she’s irritated that I’m upset.

“Honestly, it could be his age,” Dr. Plume says, spreading my cheeks apart to better examine my bottom. “Or, depending on where he’s from, it might be the result of minimal contact with alphas during those critical prepubescent years.” Then he pushes a single finger into my bottom, and my abs clench hard. It feels weird, almost gross.

“He’s very thin.” Deep lines settle between Angelica’s dark brows as she looks me up and down. “Is he a minor?” She staresat my limp penis.I just want to die.“Stanley has a firm stance against selling minors.”

“He’s so underfed, it’s hard to tell for sure.” Dr. Plume releases my bottom, allowing my legs to fall back together. “His growth has probably been affected.” He speaks a little louder when he asks me, “Have you had your first heat, young man?”

Shame heats my face, and I squeeze my eyes shut tight.

“Omega?” The doctor snaps his fingers right next to my ears. “Can you hear me? Have you experienced a heat yet?”

Angelica lets out a frustrated groan, and I peek up at her right as she rolls her eyes. “How old are you?” she asks me in a firm alpha command.

“Eighteen,” I blurt out, jerking my wrist from the she-alpha’s hold.

“Good,” Angelica says. “He’s not a minor.”

“And he’s a virgin,” Dr. Plume says happily as he pulls off both of his latex gloves. The fire in my face crawls to my hairline, and hot tears leak out of the corner of my eyes.

“Really?” Angelica says with obvious excitement. “I was worried we wouldn't get much with him being a male, but there are lots of alphas out there who would pay big money to break in a new piece.” Her lifted tone makes me feel so disgusted and ashamed of my body.

Alphas don’t want to love me. They want to hurt me…just like my sister always warned.

“Would you like that, omega?” Angelica leans down, looking deep into my eyes, but I can’t take the power radiating from her, and I look away. “Would you like a big, strong alpha to take care of you?” Her voice is overly friendly, almost like she’s talking to a toddler. “Do you want a man who can protect and fill you?”

I don’t want any of that. I don’t want to be given away to anyone, especially not a man. I like girls, but she-alphas neverwant male omegas. They prefer other alphas or betas. Not overly feminine omegas with small bodies and no strength.

“Are you going to add him to the auction?” Dr. Plume asks, both of them talking like I’m not right here.

“I think so,” Angelica says firmly. “Males don’t get any attention in the display room, but his purity might draw some high bidders during the auction. Give him something to up his hormones. Maybe we can push him through this underdeveloped stage.”

“I’ll have him cleaned up first, then I’ll give him a heat accelerator. It’ll help wake his system up,” Dr. Plume says as he shoves something plastic into my mouth. “Kent!” he yells for someone. Then a familiar sound hits my ears as the object is squeezed and a puff of air rushes into my mouth.It’s an inhaler.My hands fly to it, snatching the object from Dr. Plume’s hand.

The beta chuckles as I quickly sit up and inhale one long puff, then another. I hold my breath for as long as I can the second time. When I finally inhale, the breath that enters my lungs is full and crisp, touching every inch of my lungs. I can’t remember the last time my chest was able to fully expand.

“Kent.” Angelica greets a bald beta in navy-blue scrubs. He’s huge, almost as big as an alpha, with thick arms that test the seams of his short sleeves. “Please prepare our new friend.” Her pale blue eyes sparkle as they land on me. “Scrub every inch of him.” She admires my chest all the way down to my privates. She licks her glossy lips, and I pull my knees up, trying to hide from her hungry eyes. “Make him extra pretty for the alphas tonight.”

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