Page 137 of Slick Handling

What a terrible time to be an Omega.

“You need to drink water and eat something.” Bryce’s voice has me blinking awake as I look at him.

I’m still on the dusty old couch in the filthy house that they decided to hide in.

Part of me wants to tell them that my pack is going to hunt them down and punish them for taking me. Part of me wonders if Pack Mathers is mad at me for running away from them and won’t come for me. Maybe they think that I left willingly and that I didn't come back.

I shiver at the idea that no one could be looking for me. That I ran away because I was upset and put myself in this dangerous situation that I might not get out of.

I’m not even a good Omega. Maybe I don’t deserve to have a good pack. Maybe I do deserve the treatment that I am getting from Pack Weaver. Maybe this is what being an Omega really is like.

My mind whirls as emotions twist around in my stomach.

Water is held to my mouth as I drink it down, swallowing it down like a mad woman. I miss all my tumblers of water with straws and ice that they are always pushing at me. I never expected to miss forced hydration so much in my life.

The water is taken away too soon and instead a sandwich of just white bread and peanut butter is half shoved to my mouth.

“If you bite me I’ll let Orion pull out a tooth for every mark your teeth make in my skin. If you lose them all, so be it.” Bryce warns me before shoving too much sandwich further in my mouth.

I hate the way peanut butter tastes without something else to make it bearable. It’s so dry and makes it harder to chew and swallow it down. I’m not going to complain. Not only would they not care, but they wouldn’t listen to anything that I say to them.

“After she eats Jennifer can help her wash off. We should try to sleep a bit before her heat really hits. We’re going to claim her?” Orion looks to Bryce to get confirmation on that.

Bryce’s mouth twists in a cruel smirk.

“No, I don’t know if she deserves to be bonded into our pack. She already let the others have her first. We can see her through her heat and then maybe keep her as a pet. It’s not like she has any family looking for her. Plus, once Pack Mathers finds out how we used her during her heat they’re not going to want anything to do with this dirty Omega.” He shoves more of the terrible sandwich in my mouth as I try to swallow it.

Are they really going to take advantage of my heat and me like this?

Sure, they don’t exactly have a moral compass but still. This feels extreme even for the bad guys.

“Can I play with her if I get to clean her up?” Jennifer tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. Her fingers are trying to touch me as I shrink away from her.

How did they manage to form a pack with three of the worst people on the planet? It’s a talent and a curse that they were able to attract the blackest of souls to be packed together.

Bryce shakes his head.

“No, she doesn’t deserve any relief from her heat yet. Just clean her up so that she doesn’t stink when we fuck her.” He doesn’t give me more water after feeding me half of the terrible sandwich.

His eyes are staring into mine as if he is trying to read me.

I haven’t cried nearly as much as someone should in this situation. I think all the tears that I would have cried in my life have been scared out of me from my youth. Now I can only cry with people I feel safe with.

This is anything but a safe situation.

“Wash our Omega and then bring her to bed. We can tie her up so that she doesn’t try anything when we’re sleeping. Put her in her own room. I don’t want to wake up and hear her being a needy slut.” Sneers Orion, walking away from the living room.

Bryce follows after him, shooting a look over his shoulder before heading up the wood stairs. He leaves footprints in the dust, marking the way that he is going.

Jennifer groans out in annoyance.

“If you even think about giving me any trouble I’ll make your life an absolute nightmare, Omega. I don’t have any time to play with you. I’m tired and want to get some sleep before we get to enjoy your heat.” She yanks me up, leaning in to breathe me in, “And make no mistake, we are absolutely going to enjoy your heat. You might not, but you’ll be good for my pack. Or else.”

I whimper as she shoves me forwards.

I miss being home. I miss feeling safe. I miss my pack.

What have I done?

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