Page 61 of Betrayed

“Of course you haven’t,” he said impatiently. “FemaleWeresdon’t haveWolves—onlyMalesdo.”

“Well, isn’tthatconvenient?”Isaid, raising an eyebrow at him.Iwould have put a hand on my hip if my wrists weren’t still cuffed in front of me. “Youcould say thatanywoman is a ‘Were’ if you went by those standards!Andwho could prove any different, since none of them have ‘wolves’ inside?”

“You need only look at your own body to know you’re one of us.”Withoutwarning, he whipped the filthy blanket from around my shoulder and dropped it on the floor with a grimace of distaste. “Ugh!I’llhave to burn that!”

“What are you talking about?”Idemanded, butIwas afraidIknew.Hekept sayingIwas a ‘Were.’Wasthat why my breasts kept on leaking the strange amber liquid and my pussy was so wet that my juices were dripping down my thighs?Also, my body felt so wrong…so achy and empty and?—

No!Thiscouldn’t be right.Icouldn’t just accept thatIwas somehow a werewolf.Thatwas crazy talk—right?

“I can see what you’re thinking,”Raymond, who had been watching me struggle with myself, remarked. “Yes, the reason your breasts are leaking nectar and your…other parts are leaking honey is proof that you’re aWere.AWerewho’s going into her firstHeatCycle.Whichmeans you’re going to need to be bred very soon.”

I suddenly remembered thatFakeKanehad talked about “breeding” too.Also, he’d had a knot at the base of his cock and so hadRealKane.Didthat mean that both of them were “Weres?”

“Does all this have something to do with knotting?”Iasked uncertainly.

“It does.”Raymondnodded. “Comeinto the bathroom,” he added. “You’refilthy.”

“First answer my questions,”Isaid stubbornly. “Whatis aRecessiveOmega?Andhow couldIpossibly be one?”

“ARecessiveOmegais a femaleWerewho doesn’t come into herHeatCycleuntil late—mostOmegasgo into heat as early as fifteen,” he remarked. “Ofcourse, they can’t be bred at that age—or theyshouldn’tbe—but aRecessiveOmegamight not enter her firstCycleuntil ten years later than that.”

“But what does it mean thatI’mhaving this, uhCyclething?”Idemanded.

“AsIsaid, it means you’ll have to be bred very soon or you could go intoHeatFever,”Raymondtold me. “That’sa nasty illness that can kill you very quickly.Somy advice to you is, whoever buys you, get him to breed you at once.”

“What?I’mnot going to beg some stranger tobreedme!”Iprotested.ButIcouldn’t help rememberingFakeKane’sknot and how muchI’dwanted to try having it in me.Andthat was, presumably, before my “HeatCycle” even really got going.Iwas much further along thanIhad been then andIfelt empty inside—almost desperate!ButIwasn’t about to admit that.

“You’d better beg,”Raymondthe stylist said grimly. “Unlessyou’d rather end up dead.Andbelieve me, death byHeatFeverisn’t pretty, my dear.Youliterally roast from the inside out.Yourbody temperature will go higher and higher until you die from heat exhaustion.I’veeven heard of a few neglectedOmegasdying from spontaneous combustion.”

“You’re just trying to scare me!”Isaid, narrowing my eyes at him. “Thatcan’t be true!”

He shrugged his narrow shoulders.

“I truly don’t care if you believe me or not.Myonly job is to get you ready for theEBAtonight.Socome on—into the shower.”

He pushed me forcefully into the bathroom where a large marble shower with four jets—two overhead and two on the side walls of the shower—sprayed me from all angles.Hemade me wash my hair with expensive smelling shampoo and scrub my body all over with equally expensive body-wash.

None of this was easy with my hands still cuffed, butImanaged.Honestly,Iwanted to get clean as much as he wanted me clean—Ihated the smell of the filthy blanketI’dbeen forced to use to keep warm all night.Ididn’t like being naked in front of him, but it was pretty clear he wasn’t attracted to me, which made things a little easier.

OnceIcame out,Raymonddried me off and wrapped me in a towel.Hewas going to start styling me immediately, butIbegged for something to eat.Ihadn’t had a thing since the few handfuls of popcornI’deaten the night before andIwas starting to feel faint.

“Oh, very well,” he sighed. “Butnothing too bulky—we want you looking fierce tonight!”

He sat me, still in a towel, at his butcher’s block kitchen table and made me one of the bestCaesarsaladsI’veever eaten.Imight have enjoyed it more ifIwasn’t about to be sold off.

“Please,”Isaid, after finishing the salad. “Can’tyou help me escape?Ijust want to go back home.”

Raymond frowned at me coldly.

“Save your begging and pleading,” he told me. “Nothingin this world or the next could convince me to cross your brother.Doyou knowIonce saw him skin a man alive?Slowly.”

I felt sick and the words ofFakeKane’stext came back to me again.

“Kane is dangerous,”he’d said.AndnowIbelieved him, but it was too late.

“Look at it this way,”Raymondtold me. “You’llbe starting a whole new life as the spoiled mistress of a very wealthy man.Onlythe richest men in the world can afford tickets to bid at theEBA.Whoeverbuys you will probably keep you in opulent luxury.”

“How can you be sure of that?”Iasked.

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