Page 21 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“Why the auctions then?” I ask. “If that’s who I’m matched with, why send me to the auctions?”
Smiles shouldn’t look so wicked. “At the auctions, you’ll be humiliated. At the auctions, you’ll be sold for pennies on the dollar, and even that’ll be more than you’re worth. At the auctions, you’ll break. What would Granny say if she knew you were mouthing off to the head of the Omega Council?”
I laugh and shake my head. “You don’t know anything about my Granny.”
“I know she’d be ashamed.”
“Hit ’em back,” I say before slugging her in the gut.
Camila bowls over, grunting. “Cunt.”
Yeah. Granny might have been sweet, but she wouldn’t let anyone talk to her the way Camila did to me. She taught me how to defend myself from school bullies while my mother simply laughed and smoked a cigarette.
“That child is getting beat on because she deserves it.” Mother would look at me with disgust.
“Then she needs to hit ’em back,” Granny would say with a growl.
“You little bitch,” Camila spits, clutching her stomach as she gathers herself. “Wilson!”
I wince at her shrill scream.
A beefy beta bounds down the hall, scowling at me.
“Take this mongrel to the warehouse.”
“Transport doesn’t leave for another—”
“I know when the transport leaves. Take her now.”
Wilson looks confused. “Should I stay with her?”
“No.” Camila seethes, catching her breath with a haughty huff.
“But she’ll be cuffed for the whole day.”
“I know,” she says with a cruel smile.
“All right.” Wilson grabs my biceps and leads me from the direction he ran. “I have to get my keys.”
