“Look at me.”

I shook my head. “I want… Dusk,” I whispered, and in my voice was real desperation.

That was where it had all started: on the first day at the ball, when they’d only had eyes for him.

A competition.

A challenge.

And they hadn’t seenme.

Now, I needed that.

Fury spiked, and then Eric hauled me to my feet. “Go on. Run to him, little stalker. Show us what happens when he finds out his omega’s been ruined.”

It was almost over.

I clung to that.

They’d done what they’d set out to. My body was marked but not claimed. I would never be wanted by another alpha again.

It was pitifully ironic. Today, I’d learned Dusk’s love hadn’t been real. Theywerethe only others I had the chance of a future with.

It was Eric who hauled me out. I fought him at first, panic constricting my throat as I realised my pencil case was still in the room, but he just laughed as Flynn tossed it to him. Then he was dragging me out, and there were people around us. I hugged myself, but… they’d done up my shirt, I realised. No one could see what they’d done.

I felt a thousand curious eyes on me, some dropping to my neck.

The only bite they’d left there was at the back, hidden by my hair, but my necklace, it was gone.

Shock numbed me. I barely heard the laughter, the words exchanged.

“Came to our door begging to be let in…”

What was he saying?

“…Turns out she’s a little stalker freak… started crying when we wouldn’t give her a bond…”

Someone laughed.

No—that wasn’t true.

I hadn’t cried.

Not for them.

I tried searching for Roxy, but I couldn’t see her anywhere. I saw Oliver, and the look of derision on his face.

Then it was quiet.

We were in the hallway, and the door shut behind Eric.

“One last bite, just for luck, since you are so in love with us.”

His hand was tight around my throat. He was so much bigger than me.

I sucked a breath through clenched teeth as his teeth grazed my shoulder, pushing back the neckline of my shirt and breaking skin.

Balling my fists, I buried my whine of pain.