Page 10 of Omega Untamed
I had a few phone calls to make, but not here. I never did any personal business here. Everything was monitored and I hated it. If I tried to slip away tonight, others would notice.
I could do nothing but walk to the door, step into the hall, and close it behind me.
Chills ran up and down my arms and legs. My spine. This wasn’t like me. But then again, too much of what I did these days had little to do with me, and more to do with feeling about as trapped as thelittleOmega in Myre’s grasp.
Chapter Three
Kee
The second he walked in, I recognized the guy from Moosie’s bar. The guy who looked like he’d spent years in the desert. The guy who wore a silk-wool blend like it was a second skin and flashed diamonds on his pinkies. He’d been staring at me while I’d sat with my friends, and still stood there by a table at the front when I’d left for the bathroom to buy some fun. The one Tobi had called Myre.
His dark eyes held a hunger I didn’t recognize, shielded by decades-old ice. He’d wanted me, and now he had me. But not for reasons most Alphas wanted Omegas.
A shudder ran through me as the one Myre had called Stone grabbed me hard by the arm and yanked me through the cage entrance, half-dragging me to the chair with the straps.
I made no sound, my voice frozen in my throat. The edges of my vision went dark for a moment. I licked at my cut lip, the skin stinging.
While Stone fastened straps to my wrists and ankles, the other two Alphas stood over me, tall and dark shadowed, invading my personal space. One of them laid out a cloth with metal instruments on it on a little side table. Weapons, I guessed. Like knives, and metal batons, and stuff I couldn’t quite see, but it all glittered under the ivory light from a stupid crystal chandelier overhead.
This place was posh, but they’d made a cage out of it, and a torture room. Who did that?
Would they kill me? When I’d asked Bast the question, he’d never answered. He’d never responded to most of my questions.
I kept my head down, my eyes half-closed. Shudders wracked me within, but I clenched my fists to keep from showing my outright fear. I didn’t scare easily.
I took on any Alpha who came crossed my path with money in his fist because that was my way. I knew I could easily seduce them. I didn’t mind it rough. But this—this was new to me. Sure, I’d had Alphas smack me around a bit, but I’d always persevered. Maybe I’d just been lucky.
My usual self would come up cocky, smiling and chatty, wide open for any compromise. But I didn’t have to be psychic to know these guys weren’t going to be open for a quick fuck and then letting me go.
Questions stormed my brain. I had a million of them. But they looked like they were going to be doing the questioning. I sat very still. If it made me look guilty—though I’d done nothing—I had no control over that.
One of them, Stone I think, spoke from just inside the cell. “Bast’s been up to some tricks. Fuck, he’s being nice to this guy or something?”
I had no idea what he meant, but then I saw a plastic cup go flying. My soda cup. Now I could truly see that Bast was different from the others. This one called Stone never would have given me a cup of soda. That drink had been a kind reprieve. I still tasted the sugar on the sides of my tongue.
A muscle in old wrinkly face’s cheek twitched as that side of his mouth quirked up. Myre said, “And you would have him punished.”
Stone came out and put his hands on his hips. “Simply pointing out he refuses to comply one hundred percent.”
“My orders. My worry.”
I saw only their bodies from the chest down. I refused to lift my eyes any further.
“Just give me the word and I’ll have him back at a hundred percent,” snarled Stone.
Myre let out a low, short chuckle, devoid of mirth. “You see one side. Bast sees two. Who do you think has the better perspective when it comes to my well-being?”
Stone’s body froze, then backed up half a step.
So, Bast was held in high esteem, it seemed, in Myre’s mind.
A hand came toward my face so fast I flinched. Fingers went under my chin and tilted my head up. Myre glared at me with his dark-as-space eyes only inches away. Hot breath wafted against my forehead.
“What do you think, Omega slut?”
“I—I--” My throat closed up. I’d been in denial about the reality of this situation for hours. Now my body caught up. My internal shivers came on strong, blocking my breaths as well as my voice.
“Did Bast harm you in any way?”
