Page 2 of Omega Chattel
“I’m sure I don’t believe you for one second. But we can make sure you’re not when I’m done with you.” He indicated the closet where his most recent victim remained, the sounds of his quiet whimpering muffled by the now closed door.
The air had gone terribly still. I let out a hiss. “You’re the one who should be in an institution.”
He came up to me and hit me so hard I saw black and white dots. I think I passed out for a second.
Right then and there I decided to run. I couldn’t tell any of my friends. They were too meek to understand.
So now here I was, standing on the worst street of a city that hummed with Alpha power and Omega submission, feeling stupid, helpless and weak.
Because I had nothing else to do, and still no plan, I shifted my pack on my shoulder, bent forward slightly, and followed the Alpha who smelled like autumn nights.
Chapter Two
Tarin
Old Town at night was like a zoo where the keepers had all gone away. Not my thing. But that was where Kee hung out, so I found myself scouring the streets for his unruly mop of raven hair and sassy walk.
As I expected, Kee was a no-show. He hadn’t answered his texts in close to six months, so I’d gone out for the tenth time in as many weeks to try to find him on the streets. Nothing.
Kee was unreliable at best, and half-mad from drugs, but I had invited him into my household as a ward anyway. Normally, the Omegas I let stay in my guest rooms and whom I sponsored for better lives were there because I wanted to see them thrive and learn. I never slept with a ward. I kept that part of my life separate. But Kee was different.
I met Kee at a club where I was looking for a willing Burn partner. We got a hotel room and he’d serviced me so eagerly and so well, I couldn’t get him off my mind. I kept his contact information and used him two more times. Because of our rapport, when I realized he had no permanent house, and hoping maybe we could develop something more, I invited him into my home.
But he remained wild and disobedient to my house rules, and refused to look at the future, let alone study for a trade like the other Omegas I sponsored.
But when I entered my Burns, Kee was always there, lovely and willing, so I used him when he came around. I gave him money and clothes. I bent to his sly will.
My other Omega boys hated him, but they didn’t run things. I did. So I let Kee stay when he wanted.
He wasn’t quite all there in the head, and I told myself I was doing what I could to help him. I always give him a stack of money. I always told him if he needed anything, to call me. He never did. He was too wild. Too bent on some notion of independence he had neither the sense nor intelligence to fully understand. And he was an addict. I knew it would be his quick downfall. But I kept hoping he’d wake up and see another way.
Now, and for weeks without hearing from him, I couldn’t help but worry something had happened to him. Old Town was dangerous at best, and Omegas on their own got into frequent trouble, usually as victims. When I met him, Kee had already succumbed to the lure of the drugs and fast thrills and there was simply no settling him into any other life the way other Omegas I brought home did.
A lot of the Omegas I rescued were so young, and each had his own set of problems. But none quite so difficult—and alluring—as Kee.
Tonight, as I approached a group of hard-looking Omegas hanging out by the corner Kee would often frequent, they all eagerly lifted their faces to me for sex. For money. For a good time.
But that wasn’t why I was there.
“Do any of you know an Omega who goes by the name of Kee?”
Disappointed that I wasn’t a potential customer, they all shook their heads. But one came forward.
“Kee’s not been around for a while, Alpha, but I could show you a good time.”
“Do you know where he might have gone?”
The boy shook his head but he looked glum, like he knew. Something bad had happened.
“Thank you.” I handed him a hundred dollar bill.
The others on the corner offered themselves again, but I shook my head.
I had my heart set on finding Kee, thinking I might be able to get him to stay this time around. Be stricter with him. Settle him. It was a stupid fantasy on my part. It had already been six months. He wasn’t interested in settling down. And I’d never even felt the stirrings of a bond with him because he was so closed off.
For my upcoming Burn this time, less than two weeks away, I’d have to make use of a chattel farm. It wasn’t as exciting as having Kee in my bed. The farm Omegas were far too nice for my tastes, too clean-cut and proper and mechanical. Boring.
Well, that would be what would have to happen this time around.
