Page 7 of Feral Alphas

What if one of these wild alphas got hold of me? They’d tear me to shreds, and I’d no doubt go mad if one bit me and forged an alphabond. That’s if they’re even capable of bonding. My heart sinks at the prospect.

“They’re fighting mutts,” Petrov says proudly. He pulls a rod out of his pocket and flicks it, revealing a two-foot metal extension. Hooking me under the arm, he shoves me down the aisle between the cells, the alphas growling and calling out unintelligible words as we pass. When some try to touch me through the bars, he smacks their arms with the rod, resulting in howls of pain.

I lock eyes with another silent alpha at the end of the row whose gray eyes flick from me to Petrov with wariness. His black hair has been buzzcut, and a faint facial hair shadow stains the olive skin of his rounded jaw. A shiver passes through me, and my knees go weak enough to buckle as I catch a whiff of his scent. I pull away from Petrov for a second dose, wanting to bury my face in that aroma.

The alpha stiffens and throws his chest against the bars, and I flinch back with a hiss.

“Careful, Rose. They’re as wild as they come and they’ll either try to kill you or fuck you right through those bars if they catch you.” Petrov chuckles. “Now I’m curious which it would be.”

He snaps out his rod with a harsh “No!” and the sharp crack against metal and skin makes me jump. It leaves a welt against the alpha’s bare chest, but the prisoner doesn’t even flinch, his eyes never leaving mine. Like he’s used to the pain.

I gulp and follow Petrov’s push to a cell at the end of the corridor which faces back into the room. Realization dawns on me with clear horror, breaking open in full force when he unlocks the cell door.

“Do I have to stay here?” I cross my arms against the sudden chill on my skin and jerk back against Petrov’s grip.

“Welcome to your new home, luv. You’re right on time for fight night.” He pulls out the case he got from Jackie and digs in it for two tablets. “Now, are you going to take these, or am I going to have to force them down your throat?”

Didn’t Jackie say something about heats and those pills? I curl back my lips in a silent snarl and Petrov grins. “Hard way it is.”

I squeal as he wrestles me down onto the bed, kneeling on my arms. The open room erupts with bestial noises as the alphas react to my cries, and tears leak from my eyes as Petrov pushes the pills down my throat. The man who drove the car brings him a bottle of water and he pours it between my rigid lips, soaking my dress and half drowning me.

I spit as much of it back at him as I can, but the pills go down. This is all wrong. I’m supposed to be a pack’s treasured omega, looked after like I’m royalty, but this is worse than a prison cell.

Petrov backs up, flicking water off his hands with a grunt. “We like a bit of spirit around here, but we didn’t bring you in to fight.”

I press my hands against my bruised throat. “What did you give me?”

“It will bring on your first preheat.” He lifts his wrist and speaks into his watch. “Set a timer for three hours.” Petrov swings out of the cell and the metal door clangs shut behind him. I rush forward to grab the cold bars and he smirks coldly at me. “Hopefully right on time for the state semi-finals.”

“Why? Are you going to feed me to them?”

He snorts. “Only if you misbehave!”

I choke as I glance at the fuming alphas snapping at each other across the hallway, looking like they truly would eat a person alive. This room at the end gives me a glimpse into each of the fourteencells. Or cages because that’s what these small, barred rooms really are.

“Please don’t leave me here!” I beg. The naked men are so agitated they might even break out of their cells to get to me.

“Stop stressing! You’ll be safe in here, so perfume up and then we’ll think about moving you.” He salutes me. “See ya later, Rose.”

I back away until my knees touch the narrow bed, collapsing on my ass as I lose my balance. Heats? Perfume? I’ve never done any of that before, but suddenly two little pills are going to return the cycle that’s been missing my whole life?

I’m excited to find out I’m normal, but also devastated that it’s been forcibly taken from me all this time—and now forcibly started. Like I’m some kind of omega vending machine dispensing heats.

The concrete floor is cold on my bare feet so I draw them up onto the bed and hug my knees, my dirty blonde hair spilling over my arms. There’s nothing to do but measure the walls, trace the ridges in the ceiling, and sneak glances at the rows of alpha cages.

While there’s fourteen cells, two of them seem empty. Once Petrov and his pal leave, the alphas mostly settle, although there’s a constant low hum of growling coming from that end of the room. But the dark-haired one closest to me hasn’t left the bars. Instead, he’s angled his body to watch me.

I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a rather fine body under the crisscross of white scars. Broad shoulders, sculpted muscle, and shadowed eyes giving him a mysterious look. And at the end of a trail of fine dark hairs nests a cock that I’m guessing is six or seven inches. It’s rigid enough to reveal the faint bulge of a knot at the base, which I’ve heard swells up inside an omega. It’s supposed to feel like heaven for both the alpha and his partner.

I swallow, my mouth suddenly damp. I’m nottryingto look, but then maybe I’m not trying hard enough tonotlook.

I shift to the head of my cot and hug the pillow. “Can you speak?” I call softly.

He stiffens, eyes darting to the cage opposite him as the alpha with bleached hair moves into view. The dark-haired alpha visibly bristles, his shoulders quivering and his stomach flexing.

After all I’ve heard from the beta orderlies and the gossiping with my fellow omegas, I thought alphas were like gods, untouchable and fearless, but these men are little more than the dogs Petrov named them. My heart aches with a hollow sensation I’ve never felt before.

“I’ll take that as a no.” I sigh softly, losing my last shred of hope. How can no one have taught them to speak? Well, I guess it makes sense if you’re going to treat people like animals.

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