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They watched me as I cleaned Sebastian’s cum from the plate. The burning embarrassment and humiliation somehow turned into arousal, and I prayed that Delano couldn’t see behind where I was beneath the table and how wet I was.

If it was anyone but them and the damned scent matches, I wouldn’t want this. But on my knees for them? Lapping up their cum like a cat with a bowl of cream? I couldn’t explain why it made me want to arch my back and purr, if an Omega could purr.

Fuck, I wanted to lick it up while another one fucked me from behind and came on the plate again, all of them rotating. If Delano weren’t here? There was no doubt they could scent how wet I was, given our scent compatibility. They might do it.

But the plate was clean, and I struggled to sit up on my knees again, keeping my eyes on the ground.

Sebastian picked up the plate. “Pity, you did well. I was looking forward to further punishment.”

Delano chuckled, and it was everything in my power not to react to the sound. “I’ll have the details of that shipment in a couple of days, and I’ll keep you posted. In the meantime, if you have anyone for me to play with, let me know. Your slave has given me a craving.”

“You know the rules here,” Derek said.

“I know, I know. But if you have anyone lying around.”

The door shut behind him, and it felt like the very room itself let out a breath of relief. Sebastian lifted me like I was nothing and spread me to straddle his lap. “Good girl, Selena.”

Fuck me. I didn’t understand any of this. He unclipped my hands, and I found myself clinging to him, crying. Why was I crying right now? Why was I holding onto him like he was the only lifeline I had? Why was I still aroused and confused?

Every hour and every day was one headlong leap into further confusion and madness. And this was just part of it. The shift back and forth between the kindness of my Alphas and the harshness of my masters.

Tears leaked out of my eyes, and his big hands traveled up and down my spine. “You were perfect, Princess. Good girl. The punishment is over.”

I sagged against his chest. The punishment was over, but nothing else was.

The real question was, how long could I bounce back and forth between these two realities until I broke? I couldn’t live in two worlds forever, and as much as I was terrified of my mind shattering, it was getting harder to tell which was which.

For the moment, I chose to take the comfort offered me, and clung to the neck of my Alpha as he soothed me, imagining we were anywhere but here.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

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DEREK

The club was busy tonight. It always was on Fridays, the paying members gathering to have fun and experiment in a fun and kinky way.

I wished I could go back to the time when a club likeCatenawas a place of excitement for me and not a place of dread. I would always have my kinks, as would my pack mates. But I didn’t know if I’d ever really be able to set foot in a place like this again with any kind of comfort.

Selena was behind me, and I wandered through our section of the club slowly. We did mingle with the normal, legal side of the club, but not always. Tonight, I wasn’t sure what I would do with her, and so I kept walking so she didn’t follow my order to kneel when we stopped.

My Omega had withdrawn into herself. It was clear something had shifted, and she was more like that first morning we found her in the cage going into heat. Like she was drifting in the sea of her own mind and not truly present.

We passed a display of toys used for breath play. Most of the time, if any of us wanted to restrict air flow, we used our hands. But there were any number of ways to do it, all with varying degrees of risk.

Depriving someone of oxygen was never safe.

But lowering the level of oxygen a little so her mind matched the spaciness she currently showed? That could be fun. We needed to do some sort of training exercise, and this would be something she could go through without it being too intense. Delano was watching closely, and after yesterday, the three of us didn’t want to do it anymore. We were pretty much done.

Selena was perfect. Doing everything we asked and taking everything we gave, but we were losing her. And our increasingly frantic messages to headquarters were met with the same message: hold on.

If we had to hold on any longer, I was going to grab Delano by the neck and rip his head off. I would fucking enjoy it, too.

“Here,” I said to her, gesturing to the space in front of the display. The gas mask would do what I needed. I could control the flow of oxygen to her. Tie her up and play with her while her head was in the clouds. She’d get some pleasure and wouldn’t put up any resistance. Delano would see a slave we’d broken. It was a win for both of us.

“Kneel.”

She did, her head bowed. The way her dark hair flowed over her shoulders made me want to shove my hands through it and pull her to me. So fucking beautiful.

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