Page 9 of Knot for Me
“One hundred for a discarded omega?” The skeeze shakes his head. “You can have her.”
“Screw you,” I say, earning a chuckle from a few of the women behind me.
The guy gives Lucas a pitying look. “She’s too mouthy anyway. Good luck, asshole.”
Lucas bristles, face darkening at the name. A growl builds in his chest, but the man on his right puts his hand on Lucas’ arm, stopping him.
Lucas swallows, jaw tense as he turns to look at Eduardo. “One hundred,” he repeats again.
Eduardo says “Going once.” Silence. “Going twice.” Nobody gives a counter offer. “Sold to Pack Bullet for one hundred thousand.”
The pack name makes me immediately stiffen. This isn’t any royal pack. This istheroyal pack. The head of all the royal lines. Murmurs rise up in the crowd, and I’m pulled away from the announcer and dragged back into line. They lock me to the chain where I was shackled before. A few of the women are crying, quietly sniffling so as not to draw attention to themselves.
Reality starts to sink in as I watch the crowd. The alphas who won the other bids congratulate each other, clapping one another on the back like they’ve accomplished something spectacular. They’re so happy. We’re all miserable. I find myself sneering at the crowd again, the shock from Lucas’ offer quickly wearing off.
Lucas and his men ignore everyone around them, having a quiet conversation amongst themselves. Lucas’ nostrils flare, and his jaw ticks, obviously pissed about something. I wait while Eduardo processes the transactions on the stage and the rest of the packs leave. One by one, the other omegas are taken off the chain until I’m the only one left. My new pack gets on stage next, the attention of all three alphas trained on me.
“That was fun,” Eduardo says to them with a chuckle. “Camila didn’t tell me you were coming.”
“Here,” Lucas says, handing him a black card. He ignores the other alpha, eyes clashing with mine once more.
“Reagan is pretty, isn’t she?” Eduardo swipes the card through his reader, completely missing the royal alpha who steps closer to him. “All right, here you go—”
Lucas grabs the collar of Eduardo’s shirt and pulls him close. The card and handheld machine clatter to the ground.
“What would Camila think if she heard you say that?”
“Camila does as she’s told,” Eduardo says, holding his hands up. “Reagan is yours.”
Lucas growls. “Don’t you fucking forget that,” he says, shoving the other alpha away hard enough to make him stumble. He swipes his card from the ground then stands, giving the beta near me a purposeful nod.
The handcuffs loosen, and I rub at my wrists, watching Lucas with a wary eye. Eduardo mutters something under his breath, but he and the three betas leave.
“Come here,” Lucas says, quirking his finger in a come hither gesture.
The omega inside of me pants. I smack the bitch and plant my feet, tipping my head up. Defiance getting the better of me again.
“Say please,” I say, grinning at him like I don’t have a care in the world even though he technically owns me. We need to establish how the relationship will work sooner rather than later. Manners never killed anyone.
One of the guys at his side snorts and rubs his hand over his face. “You sure know how to pick the maid.”
“Shut up,” the other man says, shoving him.
Lucas takes two predatory steps forward, no longer the hero who saved me from the skeeze ball but the alpha who wants to own and dominate me. “Come here, Reagan.” This time his words are packed with command, and even though he’s not my alpha, I can’t help but take a few steps forward. “Good girl.”
I growl at those words. I liked the praise, but I’m not his omega. I’m his slave. “Don’t say that.”
“Don’t they teach you omegas about alphas?” he asks, closing the last few feet between us. He’s so tall I have to tip my head back to continue glaring at him. My entire body is attuned to him. My omega instincts are screaming at me that he’s the perfect match. He’s incredibly strong, not only because of the ridiculous amount of muscle he’s packing, but because he’s one-hundred-percent pure alpha.
He’d probably knot you right here if you asked him.
“Aren’t alphas supposed to treat their omegas with respect?” Even as I say it, I realize my mistake.
He tsks and lets his eyes roam down my body in a slow sweep. “You’re not my omega, babe, remember?”
Clenching my fingers into fists, I release a soft growl and turn away from him. My damn instincts are going to make this whole situation impossible. My body leans toward him, and I snarl, stumbling back when I realize what I was about to do. There’s no way I’m pressing against him to try and soothe his anger when I’m the one who should be angry.
“Maybe we should bite her and get it over with,” one of the guys behind him says.
