Page 12 of Trust No Alpha
Chapter Six
Kris
I went to my bedroom door after Father left, peering at the inside lock. Father had not turned it on the way out, so I tested the door. It would not budge.
That meant Father had used an outside lock I’d never known about. And I had no key.
This was real. Not a dream. No joke.
I was a prisoner. An Omega prisoner inside the home of the wealthiest man in the country.
I still couldn’t quite comprehend it. It had happened so fast.
All control of my life had been ripped from me. And all on the word of a doctor I had not wanted to see in the first place.
I went to my bed and sat in the center, knees drawn up, pillows surrounding me. I tried to clear my mind.
The day darkened to dusk. I rested my cheek on my bent knees and tried to calm my swirling mind. So many thoughts and internal voices. Too many overwhelming scenarios and fears.
My heart drummed in my chest and would not slow. I couldn’t relax.
It seemed I sat for hours. I had zero ideas how to handle this. And no ability to accept my fate.
The room’s shadows swept me with their dusky edges, always a comfort in the past. But now they were sharp-edged and scary. They had pointing fingers and held accusing darknesses.
Had I done something wrong to deserve this fate? Maybe if I had eaten differently, or exercised harder. Maybe if I had a purer heart and hadn’t spent so many hours masturbating in the shower when I found out how good it felt, I would have been spared.
It had to be something I had done, said a voice in my head. All my fault.
But I knew better. I’d paid attention in science. Biology didn’t work that way. Genetic manipulation was still years off. Beyond that, it was a random event. Your parents determined your DNA, and the details from that, beyond hereditary conditions, were a crap shoot. You could be born with one arm, or no eyes, or an underdeveloped brain. Or you could be an Alpha, with the Alpha gene, and have dormant Omega organs.
Fuck.
Hours had passed and I heard no sound from outside my door. I’d dozed for a time, and now my skin felt cold, my body stiff.
Night had fallen. I thought about my brothers sitting down to dinner with Father, chatting away as if nothing had happened, happy that they were all healthy and perfect, each one vying for the new place as Father’s favorite now that I was gone.
Did they miss me?
Later, I heard the lock on my door turn. A servant I had never seen before left me a tray with a sandwich and a soda.
I took the food to my desk, set it down, and accessed my computer. Father monitored all our computer activity, any conversation or website we visited. All actions. None of us older boys could even log onto a porn site without him seeing it. Not that he’d ever say a word. Alpha boys were supposed to be curious and learn all they could about sex. They were, after all, the masters of sex, the dominant ones who bred Omegas because that’s how it was meant to be. That was nature.
From Father there was no privacy.
The last time Doctor Poe had visited, when I was sixteen, he’d asked me in front of Father how many times a day I masturbated. I had flushed so hard I thought the room would burn down from my heat.
When I didn’t answer right away, Poe had explained, in front of Father, that a healthy Alpha boy should “clean his pipes” at least twice a day. If I wasn’t doing that, I wouldn’t develop properly. Gods, even my tutors didn’t say such stupid things. And I’d never read that in any book.
Poe had gone on to touch my cock, and pull it up as if to show it off to Father. When I’d jerked back, he’d ordered, “Stay still.” His favorite perv words when examining us boys.
“You should be proud,” he’d said to Father. “This one is developing above average in size. He’s definitely cleaning those pipes more than once a day.”
I thought I would sink down into the floor and die right then and there.
Pokeme was such an ass. I had no idea why Father respected him and kept asking him to come back and see to his boys.
And now? Pokeme had ruined my life forever. I had to blame someone right now, and as far as I was concerned, he was the enemy.
