Page 32 of Knot My MC
Omegas are supposed to save themselves for their mates. An archaic standard that only applies to us. Alphas are free to fuck whoever they want until they take a mate, and even then some still fool around with other people.
The other omega tries to explain why it isn’t a big deal, and I have to stop myself from rolling my eyes. This is serious and while she may have been foolish enough to date someone, she doesn’t deserve to be sold off any more than I do. Honestly, we all deserve to choose who our pack will be, but that’s never going to happen. At least not with Camila and the Royal Council in charge.
“If your pack is awful, I’m sure Camila will help you find a new pack.” I know the omega with the dress is trying to console the woman, but she shouldn’t fill her head with nonsense.
We all know the score.
I scoff. “Camila won’t do shit to help us.”
The omega glares at me, trying to tell me to shut up. I lift a shoulder. I’m not going to fill these chicks’ heads with lies. It’s almost cruel to give them a thread of hope to cling to when there’s clearly none. I half-heartedly participate in the rest of the conversation, but the only thing I have in common with these omegas is that we’re all here in the auction house.
And soon enough, we’ll all be sold to the highest bidder.
* * *
The warehouse is unbearably hot but there are no fans or vents for refrigerated air. The back of my shirt sticks to my damp skin. We’ve been waiting for hours, but time has gone by agonizingly slow. Finally, the door slams open. I tense, expecting a bunch of alphas to parade through the door, but a different guard escorts an omega in the signature white dress from the Compatibility Ceremony over to us. If she’s in the dress, that means she was so close to being matched. The omega’s face is bright red and her eyes flare with anger as the guy drags her across the floor and chains her to the same rail the rest of us are attached to.
“Don’t scream,” the guard tells her.
The omega’s lips pull back slightly, and I hold my breath, half wishing she’d do it just to see his reaction. Defeat flashes across her face, and she presses her lips together.
“Good girl,” the guy says, voice dripping in condescension.
She thrashes, like she can somehow escape the cuffs and throttle him. I bite back a smile as she fiercely glares at the guy’s back. She has balls. I like it.
“What’d you do to get in here?” I ask, too curious to not find out what she’s done to get sent here so close to when the ceremony starts. Her hair and makeup are done. All she had to do was sit and wait like a good little omega.
Whatever she did, it must have been serious.
Huffing, she glances at me. “Fucked a beta at the Compatibility Ceremony and got caught.”
Oh shit. That’ll do it. Nothing like losing that sacred omega virginity hours before finding out who your pack will be. I chuckle. At least she went out with a bang. “So scandalous,” I finally say.
Her lips twitch a little as she considers me. Something passes between us, an understanding of sorts. Neither of us are going to break down and cry. Neither of us are going to make it easy on the packs who buy us. She may not be from an MC, but she’s got spunk.
“What did you do?” she asks.
“Kicked an alpha in the nuts when he tried to grab my ass,” I half-lie, telling her the same story I told the other omegas. I couldn’t share the truth with them. I didn’t want that sort of pity.
The woman nods at me in approval. “I’m Reagan. I’d say nice to meet you but, well…”
“I get it. I’m Kiki.” I don’t say anything else and the conversation picks up around me. I settle in, trying to get comfortable, but it’s impossible with the handcuffs. The discomfort only grows as the hours pass. Eventually everyone stops talking and falls into their own thoughts while we wait for the inevitable.
At seven-thirty, alphas begin to filter into the warehouse. An omega starts to cry again. I ignore her and the alphas. I count my breaths. If I focus too much on what’s happening, I might actually start to panic too. Before it was easy to pretend like none of this was real. Now that the alphas are here, filling the seats and casting glances in our direction, stifling the hot air with their alpha scents, reality creeps in.
I block it all out as best I can until a man struts in like he owns the world. The alphas all fall quiet and watch him stroll through the warehouse. I’ve never paid much attention to the high packs and who they are, but it’s clear this guy comes from money. He has a nice suit and shoes. The watch on his wrist costs more than it should, and his cocky confidence fills the room as he steps on stage and smirks at the crowd.
The sick bastard is enjoying this.
The guards come over and link us all to a new chain, one they hold on to with death grips as they lead us up on stage. I hear Reagan, the omega who fucked the beta, huffing behind me. Her annoyance bolsters me and I stand tall, not allowing myself to feel an ounce of pity for myself. The only way I’ll get through tonight is to ignore it all. We’re positioned behind the alpha at the front of the stage, in perfect view of the audience. Is Axel here?
Don’t look, Kiki. Don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing your fear.
“Good evening. I’m Eduardo, the auctioneer. Before we begin there are a few rules to go over.”
Despite telling myself not to check for Axel, my gaze slides to the alphas in the seats while they listen to Eduardo. Everyone listens to him with rapt attention. Well, everyone but the three alphas at the very back.
My heart flutters.
