Page 37 of Our Deceptive Heat

“Are you a virgin?” Ellis asks in a cold, detached voice.

I gape at him. “I-”

“It doesn’t matter. If she’s untrained, we’ll train her,” Yardly says, cutting off my words. “Better if she’s broken in, less tears.”

Bently leans back, a glass of scotch in his hand. “Your father wants a lot for you. Not just money. You’re costing a pretty fortune, so we need to make sure you’re worth our investment.” His eyebrow raises as he lifts a glass of red wine to his lips, clearly enjoying my discomfort.

I stare at my hands as his words ricochet around my head, hitting like bullets. Worthless beta. That’s what everyone thinks. But I’m a thing to be sold? That makes it worse. Especially when I feel certain I won't survive their affections long.

I need to run before it’s too late.

“You’re a beta. Nothing special. You’re okay to look at, but I’ve seen better. Bigger breasts, bigger ass. Nicer face. You’re average. But you’re good at your job. Obedient. You’ll be a good breeder,” Ellis says with no emotion.

My fingers tense, but other than that, I don’t react. On the outside. On the inside, I’m dying.

“You’ve got good breeding hips.”

My head gets light.

“Your father said we could try you tonight,” Bently says with a smirk.

I inhale so fast I choke. “What?” It’s the first sound I’ve made in ten minutes.

My heart races, and I suddenly wish I wasn’t in these stiletto heels. Everything inside me screams to run, but I can’t move a single limb from this command that has me frozen.

He’s given me to them to try? Any tiny little feeling I had left for my father evaporates in an instant. He’s more of a monster than I thought.

The command loosens just a fraction. I take a step backwards.

“Stop!” Ellis barks.

I stop immediately.

I try to fight the bark, but there’s nothing I can do. I’m frozen. We’re all at the mercy of someone stronger than us.

Unless we can find a way to escape.

I glance around and notice at last how empty the restaurant is. There’s no one to save me. I can’t even see any staff.

“Take your dress off,” Bently barks again, leaning forward with his hands flat on the table.

I struggle, I fight, but in the end, my arms lift, and I peel the skin tight black dress down, letting it drop to the floor.

Tears stream down my cheeks, and soft whimpering noises slip from my throat as I try to fight the bark.

This is everything that is wrong with the world. This is why it’s not fair. Alphas are already stronger, but to have a weapon that strips a person of their free will, it’s sick.

I stand there trembling, practically naked in front of these loathsome alphas.

The three of them stare at me. Violating me with their eyes.

Yardly gets up and grabs my wrist, pulling me towards him. I stumble over the dress, but then I’m pulled into his lap. I sit there as he mouths the back of my shoulder and runs his hands up my arms.

I can feel his erection pressing into my ass cheek. Bile races up my throat, but I swallow it.

Perhaps my heart will explode in my chest and rid me of this problem.

They talk amongst themselves, laughing, but I ignore them. I need to get out of here. I need to escape. Anything.

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