Page 159 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“Stop it.” I smack at the guy, breaking out of my confusion. The Omega Council. The guy at the pack house. Camila. “Leave me alone.” I kick the guy in the stomach, but he doesn’t budge, only grunts at the impact.
“Feral bitch,” Camila mutters as a palm cracks across my face, whipping my head to the side. “You think I forgot that little sucker punch?”
Blood fills my mouth, and I whine, trying to scramble away from the alpha, but he shoves me to the floor on my stomach, digging his knee into my back. My cheek presses into the dirt and a scream tears from my lips. I buck, but it’s no use. He’s too strong. That doesn’t stop me from trying. I writhe and growl, desperately trying to escape him.
Never again.
I said never again.
I can’t be in this place.
I can’t be here with them.
I can’t.
I can’t.
“I can’t,” I sob, banging my head against the floor. Once, twice, three times. The pain distracts me from everything else.
“God, she’s pathetic.” Camila’s words barely register in my head. “She can’t be auctioned. Send her with the batch of shunned omegas.”
“They leave on Friday,” the guy says, putting his palm against my head to keep me from thrashing. “You think she’ll last that long?”
“Sedate her if you must. She’s not worth my time.” Heels click sharply against tile, receding deeper into whatever building I’m in.
The plastic cover of a needle clatters to the floor in front of my eyes. My body seizes for an entire second before I begin fighting his hold. Screaming so loud my own ears ache from the reverberation, the high-pitched cry is more animal than human. I scrub my face over the ground, not caring when the concrete tears my skin. Not caring as white hot pain erupts across my cheek.
I have to get him off of me.
I have to fight. Growling, I thrash with every last ounce of energy, my hips rising off the ground and making his knee on my back slide to the left. I do it again, but he shoves his other knee into my side, stealing the breath from my lungs.
“Fuck,” the guy grunts, stabbing my arm with the needle.
Wheezing, I try to shrink away from the sharp tip. “No, no, no, no. No. NO,” I say, voice laced with a savage rasp as heat races to where he injected me with the sedative.
“No,” I whine, but no one is listening.
No one cares.
The alpha gets up, but my body is too heavy. I can’t move. I can’t run. I can’t escape.
This is exactly like the cellar, only the sedative will save me from the worst of being locked inside this place. Tears fill my eyes, and I pinch them shut.
Maybe it’s better this way. The guys won’t live in fear anymore. I’ll be gone and they can move on. That is, if they’re not locked up too. The Royal Council will deal with the alphas, and they’re notorious for letting alphas get away with shit no omega could ever get away with. If it were up to Camila, I’m sure they’d be in here too.
I’m glad they’re not here.
My fate has always been twisted. I was never meant to be happy.
