Page 3 of Binding Breanna

“What?” David jerks, sitting away from me. “You want to mate her? Do you want to be saddled with the kind of omega that would sell their body for money? Do you not want us?—”

“No,” I quickly cut in. “I’m not talking about keeping her. Just enjoy her, and then,” I shrug, giving my Alpha a heated look. “We can get rid of her…just like last year.” I wink.

A slow-spreading smile fills David’s face, making his eyes sparkle and his breath hitch. “Oh, you dirty, dirty Alpha.” A sexy rumble leaves his chest. “Are you going to strangle this one too?”

My eyes float closed as I think about the way the light went out of that omega’s eyes and his body went limp. I expected to feel bad about it once Game Night was over, but the only thing I regret is not using his corpse a bit more.

“It was fun to play with him once he was dead, wasn’t it?” I skate my tongue over my bottom lip, loving the way David’s eyes follow the movement.

“It was fun watching you shove that fat cock in his slack mouth.” Then he flinches again, groaning as he’s zapped again. “Shit,” he hisses, squeezing his eyes shut tight. “I’m assuming there’s a fee for damaging the omega?” He grits out, clearly trying to refocus his mind.

“There is a pretty hefty fine.” I snort at the absurdity of the amount as I take the contract from him. I flip to the clause on death, finding the bottom line. I’m nervous as I hold it out. David can afford it, but it’s still a lot. He might not want to spend that kind of money on one night.

“Wow.” David’s brows shoot up, then he laughs. “That’s a bit excessive.”

I nod, rolling my eyes. “It’s clear the company doesn't want the omegas damaged too much, but what can they expect? We Alphas are savage beasts, spending our whole lives controlled and restrained. This is our one chance to let loose.”

David quickly agrees, kissing me on the cheek. “I guess we can consider this an early anniversary present.” And my heart soars.

I knew he’d give me what I wanted.

THE WAITING ROOM

Breanna

It smells weird here.Like bleach and metal shavings.

The small lobby is decorated with obviously new rust-colored couches and the walls look freshly painted, but the wear on the carpet and light fixtures gives away how old this place actually is. I honestly thought this hotel was condemned, but it appears that it was renovated—maybe specifically for tonight.

Last year’s Game Night was a huge success—at least that’s what the news keeps saying. There were a few reports of omegas that were hurt and some that went missing, but the authorities say the number is minuscule. It makes sense that they’d have places like this pop up for this year’s Game Night. It somehow feels safer to agree to use a service and meet in a controlled space than to roam the streets praying I’m not snatched up. Plus, the money is good. So good that I’ve done everything I can to prepare for tonight.

I went through a few of my romance books, memorizing a few of the dirtier lines. I even watched some porn. It was more funny than sexy, and a few scenes were even kind of scary, but I’m confident I can put on a decent show.

Alphas love it when you whimper and squirm. They want to be told their knots hurt and their strength is too much. It’s all so stupid, but I’m going to do it all. After all, if my date likes how I perform, they can tip me extra, and every cent will help. I have no intention of spending the rest of my life tied to an Alpha who doesn’t love me. And the money I’m getting from this will set me up for life.

Nervous, I searched for my phone in my tattered purple backpack. It’s not as sexy as a small clutch or purse, but I needed something big enough for a change of clothes and my first aid kit.

I bring my phone up to my face to check the time.

Three hours until Game Night.

The heavy front door creaks open, and a young male omega steps inside. His dark hair is wild from the wind. He’s wearing a simple pair of jeans and a t-shirt with a bright yellow messenger bag slung across his body. It makes me wonder if my dress is too formal for tonight. The few omegas I’ve seen arrive and escorted off have all worn casual clothing, whereas I’m sitting here in a knee-length red dress with a fitted bodice and heels. I didn’t want to risk being underdressed and disappointing my paying customers. Clients? I have no idea what to call them.

All I know is that I’m meeting two Alphas. Two giant, rich, horny Alphas.

What the hell am I doing?

“You look nervous.” The male omega types his name onto the tablet at the front desk. “First time?” He smiles as he takes a seat a few chairs down from me.

I force a quick smile, nodding. My knees won’t quit shaking. I shove my phone back into my book bag, fumbling when my first aid kit almost falls out. I snatch it before it can fall, putting it back where it belongs.

“Did your doctor give you a medical kit, too?” The omega pulls out a similar rectangular tin from his bag. It’s the same color and size, but the label on the back looks slightly different. “I’m hoping I won’t need it, but better safe than sorry. Am I right?” He laughs, the sound so soft and genuine. It makes some of my nerves fall away.

“I was a little worried when my doctor insisted I have one,” I say, squeezing the tin in my hands. “I mean, the Alphas aren’t allowed to hurt us.” Uncertainty settles in my gut. “Right?”

The sweet omega pulls up his sleeve, showing me a long scar on his forearm. Fear pools in my belly. His mark is just a simple single line, but it’s long, running from his wrist down to his elbow. I can only imagine how painful it was.

“The Alpha got a little carried away last year,” the omega says with a half-hearted sigh. “I wasn’t scared I was going to die or anything like that, and the bonus for getting injured was nice. But I could have used some pain meds.” He pops open his kit, showing me the contents. All the bandages and tiny bottles are organized beautifully around two long needles in the center. One holds a yellow liquid, and the other is a milky white. “If you get hurt, use the yellow one,” he says, pointing at one of the needles. “It’s morphine. It’ll cut the pain until you can get to a hospital.” He leans toward me, his expression serious. “Just make sure you inject it into your muscle andnotinto a vein. Itcouldkill you.”

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