Page 6 of Omega Alliance

But the plaster remains cold and blank.

Is this a test? Are they trying to taunt me into insubordination so they can dole out punishment on air? It's one of the only things that’s more popular than my stretches. That and the twice-daily showers.

Dare I tempt fate by standing still when I know they mean me to move?

I decide I do, especially knowing that Dani has a plan to break me out later tonight. Maybe she’ll save me before the directors can punish me. Maybe this gap in my schedule somehow ties into her grand plan.

I'm flying blind here, but at least I'm flying.

I take my position in the center of the room and wait, even though I know what I’m meant to do next. And yet nothing happens. Nothing changes. I keep waiting, willing them to show their intent, to talk to me through the flashing wall.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, words appear before me:

Please proceed to the private meeting room for a special session with Pack James.

My breath catches in my throat, and I have to work hard to hide my disgust and confusion. This is not the day I’m meant to host my private sessions. I just suffered through the last one three days ago. I'm not supposed to…

Unless this is all part of Dani's plan. How I wish she would talk to me, wish she would explain what's going on.

Other than special sessions for tattoos and other cosmetic procedures, my days are generally all the same. You could set your clock simply by tuning in to the Alliance and seeing what I'm doing at any given time. Nothing ever changes. They like it that way.

I like it that way, because at least I understand what's expected of me.

So why is today any different?

The wall begins to flash red. A warning that I need to hurry to my designated activity or risk the directors’ wrath.

My breathing becomes labored as I flee from my dressing room and race toward the glass box I have come to despise more than anything else. I shouldn't be forced to touch myself for their pleasure. I shouldn't have to do any of this to satiate the cravings of men, yet here I am, day in and day out with no reprieve.

My legs shake as I pull open the door to my side of the meeting room. I replay Dani's song in my head, praying for it to give me strength, wishing she would speak to me again.

And yet I am alone, staring through the thick bulletproof glass and wondering what Pack James is like and when they’ll appear on the other side. Wondering why they’re here today and if it has anything to do with Dani's plan.

I take a seat on the plush bed that fills my side of this shiny cage, folding my hands in my lap and waiting in silence for the visiting pack’s arrival.

Then a door opens and four males filter into the room. Three of them hang back while one presses himself close to the glass divider.

This first man towers over the rest. He has a wiry, angular body, a smile that is all teeth, and eyes that immediately glue themselves to my body. A wicked grin spreads across his face, and soon after, his words fill the room, ordering me to strip and tempt him. To make him believe that I want to be withhim, when in truth I want nothing to do with him or this entire situation.

"Yes, Alpha James," I whisper demurely as I pull my dress over my head and drop it onto the waiting bed. My armor is gone and with it my connection to the one person who might actually care about me in this world.

Still I comply, doing what this stranger commands, contorting myself in ways that make me feel dirty and debased. All the while I keep my secrets, keep that fragile hope hidden in the depths of my heart. If I don’t present a convincing performance, I will be punished. And I hate being punished.

The alpha strokes himself as he watches, and my stomach roils in agony. Dani? Where is Dani? Has she given up on me already?

I pretend to reach release, bucking and moaning the same way I've been taught to do and subsequently sending a roar of approval through the meeting room. The first alpha falls back and one of the others rushes forward to take his place.

He raises one large hand, flexes it, and orders me to spank myself hard enough to leave a mark.

I think of Dani, only Dani. Imagine it’s her fingers that caress my skin, that tweak each of my ripe nipples and pull. It's the only way I can hope to survive the next two hours.

The second alpha shoots his load against the glass and orders me to lick it up. Obviously, I can't since the cum is on his side of the barrier, but still I obey, humiliating myself for his entertainment.

It was bad enough having to do this once per week. Has something changed? Will I now be forced to enter the glass box every day? Will they remove the barrier and allow these unwanted visitors to touch me?

No, please no.

I will not survive it.

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