Page 13 of Binding Breanna

I doubt I’ll be able to actually protect myself from two Alphas, but I have to try.

The chaise chair makes a horrible sound as it’s shoved into the far wall. It smacks into the lamp, making it topple over. Thankfully, the bulb doesn’t break, but the shade falls off, casting long streaks of light around the room.

I curl myself into a little ball, gripping the needles tight. The Alphas' feet dance across the room as they beat each other up. Insults and growls stab at my ears, followed by the harsh sound of one of them getting hit over and over and over again. I don’t know who’s winning, and I don’t care. I just want out of here.

Mitchum yells something, but his words are slurred, making it hard for me to understand him.

I sink back into the safety of the shadows, terrified to look and even more scared not to. The pair are standing in the center of the room. The straps from the sex swing sway and jerk.

There’s a muffled gurgling sound, and a fresh waft of blood hits the air.

One of the Alpha’s legs seems to give out, but he doesn’t fall. The other Alpha takes a jerky step back. Silence pounds in my ears, and I hold my breath, waiting for him to flip the table over and snatch me up. But he doesn’t move.

What’s he doing?

Then I see a drop of blood land on his thigh. Then another one. And another.

Blood pours from somewhere. His head? Neck? Chest? I have no idea.

The Alpha sways, then Mitchum falls onto the floor, landing with a deafening whack. I flinch hard, still holding the needles as if my life depended on it.

Blood pools around Mitchum’s body, crawling toward David’s feet. Are they both dead?

Inching forward, I peek up at David first, checking to see if he’s still alive. The older Alpha’s body is twisted up in the swing. One of the leg restraints is tied around his neck, forcing his head at a weird angle. His mask hangs from one ear, and his eyes are wide open as if in shock.

Feeling a little braver, I crawl out from my hiding place, examining Mitchum next. The Alpha’s throat is ripped wide open, showing strings of muscle and broken veins.

I shouldn't be looking at this.

It’s all too horrible.

A chime echoes overhead, and my whole body jerks. I raise needles, ready to defend myself.

A woman’s voice crackles over a speaker, “Game Night has ended. Please, collect your belongings and check out in the lobby.”

It’s over.

Moving as fast as my aching body will allow, I get dressed, zipping up my red dress and putting on my shoes.

I look down at Mitchum, then at David’s lifeless body. I must be in shock because I don’t really feel anything. No fear or disgust. Not even shame. But I guess I am relieved.

It’s time to go home.

The lighting in the hallway is dim and red, just like the chandelier in the room. I can still hear some people having sex, breathy gasps, and even a few people crying. The chips must be back on though, because there is no more growling or fighting.

The elevator doors ding as they open, revealing a young omega. She looks exhausted with mascara running down herflushed face and her dark hair is poking out in all directions. But she’s not hurt. At least, I don’t think she is..

The omega gives me a small smile, but then her gaze lands on my neck, and her eyes go wide. “Are you okay?” she asks.

I give her a half-hearted shrug, not really sure how to answer that. My neck hurts so bad and my pussy aches. Cum and slick seep out of me with every step I take. It’s disgusting.

The ride is quiet, and I’m thankful when the elevator doors open rather quickly. I step out into the quiet lobby, a little surprised to see only one Alpha checking out. I walk to the front desk, eager to get the hell out of here.

A blonde beta in a gray dress smiles as I approach. Her eyes flicker to my neck, but to her credit, she doesn’t react.I’m sure she’s seen some wild things working here.

“Checking out?” she asks in an overly professional tone.

I nod. “Breanna Clark.” My voice is raspy. My throat is sore from being choked so violently.

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