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Done with the rinsing off, I shove the plug in the sink and squirt in a minute dose of washing up liquid. If I use too much, I’m called wasteful and ungrateful. However, I’m forbidden to go out into the real world and get a job to help pay for things around here. I would in a heartbeat if I was allowed. It’s a flaming miracle I was allowed to visit Derek without a chaperone. Turning on the hot water and swirling it around and around to create as many bubbles as I can, finding a small, pathetic joy in seeing them, I hear my mum squeal in delight.
Turning to the stairs, I frown. What in the world would make my mother so happy when she is the most miserable woman I have come across? Nothing makes her smile anymore. I think the last time I saw a genuine smile on her face was the day she married Pete, six years ago, and it all went downhill from there.
Morosely, I turn back to my chore and scrub the dishes clean before I dry them off and put them away. Then I set to work wiping down the counters and the small round piece of wood that serves as a dining table. My feet are freezing on the cracked black and white linoleum floor, not having had time to put my slippers on.
Squeezing out the dishcloths, I leave them to dry and rubbing my arms against the chill, I head back upstairs to hopefully have a warm shower if there is still any hot water left.
“Are you sure? Absolutely sure?”
I hear my mum’s voice and I pause at the top of the stairs.
“Yes!” Pete exclaims. “They said they’d take her off our hands for twenty grand. Twenty grand, Anne. I could finally claw back a bit of standing in this community with that. Rent a better house, buy a bigger car, some nice clothes. A membership to the golf club…”
Tilting my head, fear hitting me as I hear their words, my hands start to shake.
Take her off our hands.
‘Her’ has to be me. They aresellingme for twenty grand to who knows which pack.
“They’re not very nice though,” mum whispers loudly. “They have a bad reputation around town.”
“Who cares? An unmated omega is a commodity, and we can cash in on her. All she does is sit around here on her arse all day, anyway. She’s going and that’s that.”
My heart fills with a searing hurt that brings a whimper to my lips. The tears that I silently shed earlier are back, threatening to fall once more. I brush them aside and make a rash decision. I cannot stay here and besoldlike some sort of possession. Especially to a pack that sounds terrible and unsafe. As quietly as I can, I sneak into my bedroom and get dressed in my comfiest blue jeans, warm socks, a baggy t-shirt and hoodie. I grab my backpack and shove as much into it as I can, which isn’t a lot. Just a couple of pairs of knickers, a spare bra, some joggers and tees, a few toiletries from my dresser. Snatching up my warmest coat from the back of my wardrobe, even though it has a big hole in the right pocket, I pick up my phone and slip my trainers onto my feet. Knowing that I will have to make it to Derek’s and hope he will take me in until I can figure out my next move, I poke my head around my bedroom door. When all is quiet, I creep out into the hallway and make it to the top of the stairs before Pete’s voice cracks out like a whip.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”
ChapterFour
Benjamin
Glaring at Xander from across his bedroom, which is decked out in bright colours and is too ‘fun’ for my sophisticated tastes, I ask, “Why am I here?”
“Seb wanted you here to make sure I don’t do something stupid,” he replies, dragging something out from underneath his bed that looks like a body bag. He hefts it onto the super king-size bed with the ocean patterned cover on it and unzips the bag.
I roll my eyes and sigh when he pulls out a life size sex doll that has blonde hair and smallish tits. It is exactly how Matt described the omega he shagged three months ago, which we haven’t been able to find hide nor hair of.
“Really?” I snap.
“What?” Xander asks, stroking her hair lovingly. “She was expensive. She’s made from high quality TPE. Made to order, with three holes.”
I groan. “Jesus. And what am I supposed to do exactly? Join in?” The thought makes me feel a bit ill.
“No, you need to stay here while I get over my rut. Seb said so.” He starts to strip off his baggy shorts and tee.
“Why?” I complain, but sit down anyway on his desk chair and roll as far away from the bed as I can. “If Seb doesn’t want you doing something stupid, why isn’t he here?”
“He’s locked himself away in the wine cellar. You know how he gets during his rut.”
Gritting my teeth, I concede that it is probably for the best.
Xander strokes the doll before he applies a liberal dose of lube to his fingers and proceeds to, presumably, imitate slick from an omega by sliding his fingers inside the doll. It’s like a traffic accident. Gross, but you can’t look away.
Once she is prepared to his satisfaction, he takes his rock-hard cock and slides it into the doll with a loud groan.
“Oh, fuck, yes.”
Oh, fuck, no.
