Page 5 of Eternal

It was their hit list. A list of their enemies, who they intended to execute. It wasn’t a long list. There were five names listed in total. She didn’t recognize the other three. The first one was Semus Maximillian. The second one had been redacted. But then Duncan pressed his thumb to the screen, and it opened onto another page. The image of her father, older, thinner, and haggard stared back at her.

Dad.

Tears rolled down her face. The image must have been taken before he was presumed dead in the fire.

She read the text below his image.

The first line contained an electronically generated timestamp, noting when he was removed from the hit list. It was around the time she had met Ashton and Duncan.

The reason for his removal was based on a lack of evidence to harm.

“Your father worked for a government-run agency whose sole purpose was to invent a serum that would give humans the ability to control the entire animal kingdom. But when we investigated deeper, we discovered that was a front because the real experiment involved inventing a serum that would give one single human the ability to control every single wolf-shifter alive,” Duncan said as he rounded the desk and stood next to Ashton who had also risen from his seat.

“Further investigations and concrete evidence suggest your father bailed on the project once he was able to make but a tiny sample of the serum he’d injected you with. The serum he had been working on at the government lab’s expense could calm ailing wolves and offer them something soothing to their pain.”

“Like you were able to do for Duncan,” Ashton added.

“Which is why we removed him from our hit list. We couldn’t find any other malicious evidence to suggest he was a threat to the wolfdom.”

“But what about the money?”

“You paid you for your services. You saved the integrity of the Maximillian pack, aided its longevity, and just so happened to become the omega we seemed to have been waiting our lives for. There isn’t enough money in the world to match the worth of that.”

The sinking feeling of dread overwhelmed her.

She had jumped to the wrong conclusions. No. That wasn’t entirely true.

“You could have told me all this,” she said, the accusation in her voice at least alleviating some of her guilt.

“It didn’t seem relevant anymore. We stand by our decision to have had your father on our list in the first place when it was clear he was working actively against us. And we stand by our decision to remove him from our list when we discovered, while he was given every opportunity and resource to bring us down, he chose not to. His intentions changed, or perhaps his intention was never to go against us in the first place. Whatever the reason, we acted accordingly.”

“We might be beasts, but we’re not animals, my lady. And more to the point, we would never use a woman to do our job. Had you asked us in a manner befitting a lady, we would have told you all this. Unfortunately, you didn’t, and now you will suffer the consequences for not trusting us enough to tell you the truth. And falling for classless gossip when you should be a lady of rank. An omega. Our omega.” Duncan then reached into the pocket of his trousers and retrieved the ring she had flung at them. He placed it on the table, but the manner in which he did it, made her tummy curl inward.

This wasn’t going to end well for her at all. And that ring was going to be used in her punishment.

“Stand up and bend over the desk.”

Farren swallowed.

“We thought we had already taught you the lesson of trusting us. Of never assuming our intentions, guessing at our actions, or listening to anyone else but us. But clearly you need another course in the matter.”

This was all her fault. She fell for the mean girls' gossip. Made a spectacle of herself. Accused them wrongfully. And now she would learn the error of her way. She should have just asked them, quietly, if it were true. Not fly off like an immature teen because she thought they had broken her heart.

She rose and, already panting heavily, leaned over the desk for a spanking she did deserve.

Chapter Three

Feeling wretched, Farren trembled as she placed her hands on the desk.

Her body, already set alight just being near them now scaled over into furnace territory.

Without saying anything to her, they arranged her the way they wanted. She was bent over the desk, her arms stretched out in front of her. Palms flat on the surface of the gleaming wood. Her right cheek pressed into the mahogany. She was forced to spread her legs, and if it weren’t for the high heels she wore, she would have been balancing her body on the tips of her toes.

She gasped as on either side of her, Ashton and Duncan gathered up the length of the diamond shimmering gown and laid the voluminous and heavy fabric of the dress at the curve in her lower back.

The thin white panties she wore were fashioned in the same style as her dress and had been adorned with the same teardrop diamonds. The fabric was so paper-thin, it concealed nothing else except for a line of tiny diamonds running from the start of her clit down the seam of her pussy.

And now she had already soaked her astronomically priced set of panties.

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