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It’s difficult to open my eyes since there’s so many water particles clinging to my face and eyelashes, so I can’t see anything more than snatches of the room.

Gray cement floor, dirty tiles, and an endless stream of water directed my way. I’m also naked and completely exposed.

“Rise and shine, Little Slut!” Ophelia shrieks. “Covered in blood and with a baby? Your pussy better not be ruined.”

Maybe it’s better if Ophelia believes that Leila is biologically mine. I won’t dissuade her as long it doesn’t affect my baby. All that matters is that she’s happy and healthy.

Biology doesn’t make you a mother if you can’t properly care for it. Cats can do that too, and they’re the worst mothers.

I curse Ophelia out in my mind, gasping as she walks over with the high powered hose and grabs my braid to pull me to my feet. Turning off the water, she rips out the hair tie holding the end and begins to unwind the braid.

“If you were mine still, I would trust you to wash your own damn hair,” she mutters, pumping shampoo into her hand and roughly lathering it into my hair. “You’re too independent again. All my hard work is ruined!”

“I was free,” I chatter. “That’s all I ever wanted.”

“And you’ll die here if I have my way,” she says. “I’ll have the men break you and fuck you while you’re mindless and feral with heat.”

My natural heat shouldn’t arrive without my scent matches for a while. They probably won’t be as frequent even if I was with them due to the medication Ophelia used to force on me.

“I don’t think this will go the way you think it will,” I taunt her. Maybe this isn’t smart, but my nerves are raw, my ears are ringing, and my head hurts still.

The fact that she’s yanking on my hair like she’s trying to make me bald isn’t helping either.

“Fuck!” I scream as the water hits my head at full volume.

It’s still cold, and my bare feet lose their footing and I slip onto my ass.

“May as well stay there with your foul mouth until I’m ready for you to stand,” she muses. “At the very least, it’ll limit the bruises.”

“Why did you hunt me down,” I yell. It’s my own form of screaming out my pain without her punishing me for it.

“Shhh, so damn loud,” Ophelia complains, turning off the water to begin running the conditioner through my hair.

The room feels as if it’s spinning and my stomach lurches uncomfortably. Swallowing hard, I beg it not to puke. My body really did not like whatever sedative that asshole injected me with.

“You made me look bad,” she says finally. “An omega that I sold killed an entire pack and disappeared into the wind. That’s not a good look for me.”

Swallowing again, I taste bile and gag. Gasping for breath, I attempt to pull words together. This may be the only time she’ll actually answer my questions.

“Is that the only reason why?” I ask.

“You were supposed to be fucked to death. Your fate was written into the stars by me and you escaped it,” she says. “I couldn’t allow that.”

My body shudders from cold and revulsion as her words roll over me like a bad smell.

“How?” I ask, unable to push any other words from my lips without spewing my long ago eaten lunch.

“How did I find you?” she taunts me. “It took forever. You have made a lot of enemies, Little Whore. Lucas Reid’s personal assistant doesn’t like you. His attention is split from the company and she’s decided that you need to disappear. Paula was even so kind as to let the boys in through the back door.”

Unable to stop the vomit, it explodes from my mouth and across the cement floor and my body. All the while, Ophelia laughs at me as she holds my hair tightly away from my face and body. She continues to comb it out and wait for me to be done.

She’s patient like that.

“It would be really ironic if you choked on that vomit instead of a cock,” Ophelia says, turning on the spray of the hose to a slightly lower setting to wash away the smell and sickness coating my skin. “Your life is mine until I choose to end it or sell you. We’ll see which one comes first.”

I gasp in oxygen from the aftermath of how extreme my reaction was to her words. Lucas isn’t safe if his own assistant did this to him, which means our daughter isn’t either.

I’m lost in my head when Ophelia pushes me down flush onto now clean ground and chooses that moment to spray water up my asshole. I can’t stop screaming that hurts so much as shemoves on to my cunt. I actually lose consciousness for longer than I’m willing to admit before two alphas lift me onto my feet.