Chapter 15

I’m in a tiny cage in a pretty room, in a translucent white shift. It’s surprising Trey even gave me something to wear when he says it’s useless when he plans to fuck me anyway.

I’m sixteen years old, and today is my birthday. I think. It’s March 12th, so I think it is? Time moves so strangely here, and my memories seem to come and go like the rise and fall of a sun I rarely get to see.

Trey brought me into this room for the first time today, and told me it was a gift for being a good girl. There’s pink and lavender everywhere, so bright it hurts my eyes, and it’s unsettling. I stifled a whine when he pushed me into the cage, and then walked away. I don’t understand what I’ve done that’s so good.

Oh God. Maybe this is payment for something that will happen soon? Sometimes he’ll give me gifts as payment for the behavior he expects.

Looking around, I see teddy bears that stare at me with beady eyes, making me cringe into a corner of the cage. This room is creepy, made up for a girl that’s younger than me. Trey refuses to let me grow up, so I play at being more childlike for my own survival. I don’t understand why I’m here.

It’s been hours, and my body is tired of being cramped in one position. Wincing as I attempt to stretch my limbs, I freeze as I see the door knob begin to turn. My heart starts to pound as I wait. Nothing good ever happens on my birthday.

Nothing.

Trey’s booming voice and sour scent fills the room as the door slowly opens.

“My omega is perfect, childlike, with a cunt that’s tight and perfect,” he boasts.

I draw even farther into myself as I listen to him. He wouldn’t be talking to himself, right? Trey rarely has visitors, because he doesn’t like people to know where he lives.

“How long have you had her?” a low, growly voice asks. “Omegas are a pain in the ass to train. They’re too mouthy, too needy, and ruin the air with their pheromones.”

Eyes wide, I shake my head as if he can see me. Dumb. I don’t act like that, though. Maybe it’s because I have to follow every one of Trey’s commands. Even my body perfumes the way he wants me to, my body forced to perform as he wishes.

It’s the only life I remember. Begging to go back to any other life enrages Trey until he beats me, so it’s better to let the past fade away. I don’t know anything else. My body is childlike because of the vitamins he makes me take, my hair long and wavy, my breasts small.

“Mine can be commanded to orgasm,” Trey says with a cruel chuckle. “I’ve had her since she was ten years old. Her parents sold her to me. She presented early. If I have my way, I’ll make her stay as childlike and beautiful as possible.”

Pushing open the door, there are three large older alphas who are standing outside, peering into the room.

“Such a perfect room for a well kept omega princess,” one of them murmurs, slipping out of his shiny black shoes to leave them outside the door. “Hello there, Princess.”

My breaths come out faster, because I hate that name. It’s what Trey likes to call me when he’s pretending to be sweet. Whatever this is, will be very bad for me.

“Come now, pretty girl, say hello,” Trey says, a cruel smile on his face as he pads over to the cage. There’s something about the fact that they’re not wearing shoes that unsettles me.

As if they’re preparing to get even more “comfortable” in this space.

“Hello, Alpha,” I respond on command, pushing as much sweetness into my voice as possible. There may not have been a bark in Trey’s voice, but I know what’s expected.

“Your alpha has been telling us so much about you. Our pack enjoys certain interests, and we wanted to meet you,” he says. He commands himself like the head alpha, though I’m not really sure why I know that. My instincts keep me alive, so I lean into it.

“I’m Craig, this is Bruce, and that’s Mark over there,” the head alpha continues. Blinking, I look over at each of them, confused as to why they’re introducing themselves. Craig has a large paunch and smells like fried onions, which makes my nose twitch, Bruce has broad shoulders and yellow eyes, and Mark has an unkept beard and smells like motor oil.

None of these are good scents to me. They smell wrong.

“Hello, alphas,” I whisper this time, my eyes frightened as my gaze flies up to Trey.

“Come now, Princess. Show them how much of a good girl you are,” Trey says, tapping the top on the cage before opening it. “Take off your nightgown before you come out and then crawl toward us.”

Blinking rapidly as I struggle to process what’s happening, I quickly do as I’m told as I feel a tendril of warning flow through my body. If I do what I’m told, maybe it’ll finish quickly. Maybe this won’t be the worst birthday I’ve ever had.

The maybes make it worse, so I take a shuddering breath and crawl out of the cage.

“Crawl to me, Princess,” Craig barks, and I have no choice but to obey. “Damn, I just wanted to see if you would.”

Sitting back on my ankles, I wait.

Craig wraps his fist in my hair, pulling my head back, making me whimper in pain.

“Fuck, yes. I wonder if you’ll cry when you choke on my cock,” he muses. I’m gasping in air as my heart thunders, my body screaming out at me to stop this. Black spots paint my vision, but I force myself to push through it.

Things can always get worse. If I’m unconscious, there’s no telling what they’ll do to me.

I can’t do anything. I’m Trey’s to control, even if he wants to share me with these men. I’m less than nothing. If Craig expects me to cry for him, though, he’ll be disappointed. I don’t do that anymore. Not one drop.

“Take out Craig’s cock, Wren,” Trey growls, sounding pleased. Hands trembling, I open his pants and wrap my small hand around his dick. It’s thick for a middle aged alpha, thicker than Trey.

“Does she slick on command, Trey?” Craig asks before pulling me closer to the crown of his cock. He smells putrid, and I force myself not to gag before he’s forcing my lips wide to pull me down his dick.

“Yeah, for now,” Trey grunts. “How wet do you want her?”

“I like it when they scream for me,” he replies.

“She screams real pretty,” Trey chuckles, pulling off his belt. “I need your belts. Wren will only choke on your cock if you make her.”

The sound of belts being pulled out of belt loops makes me whine before my nose is buried in Craig’s stomach. I won’t choke on his cock because his paunch won’t allow me to. Trey is clearly trying to soothe his ego, but that won’t bode well for me.

One of the belts is wrapped tightly around my neck, another is fashioned into cuffs to bind my wrists at my back, and then Trey snaps the belt loudly at my ear, making me jump.

Whining because I know that sound, I can’t cower as Craig releases my hair to wrap his fist around the slack in the belt around my throat to pull it tightly. Bruce snorts as I choke, shuddering as I fight for air I won’t find as his alpha uses my mouth.

“Tight throat, that’s it. Take my cock, Princess,” Craig growls.

“Shall I make her scream for you?” Trey asks. I can imagine the sly look he has on his face, and I wonder why they’re here. What does he want from them?

“Yeah, Trey. The more she screams, the tighter she’ll be, right? God, do you think we can make her bleed? Fuck,” Craig groans. “If you play your cards right, you’ll get that contract you’ve been wanting, Trey.”

Ah. Money. That’s what Trey wants. He’s an venture capitalist, and makes his money through contracts and deals. At least, that’s what I overhear when he makes me kneel at his feet at dinner time. He eats, while I keep him company.

“If you fuck her ass hard enough, and I alpha command her not to slick, she’ll bleed for you,” Trey reveals. “Pull her legs back for me.”

Squealing when my legs are swept back so all I can do is choke from the belt and the taste of Craig’s cock, I’m forced to endure the pain of Trey’s brutality. Over and over the belt strikes my ass, thighs, and pussy.

I can’t scream, and the tears never fall. I can’t get enough breath to make a sound.

“More,” Craig grunts, tearing me off his cock and tossing me onto the ground.

“Present,” Trey commands, forcing me onto my knees as I cry out. “See, you’re already more perfect than all the other omegas.”

“No hair,” Mark mutters. “Such a pretty, bare pussy.”

Large hands grip my ass, and then a fist is being pushed into my pussy.

“No, ah, please!” I scream.

“Oh, that’s really pretty,” Bruce grunts as he drops to his knees. “Mark will stretch your pussy with his fist, and then Craig will fuck your ass. You’ll hurt, you”ll scream, and no one will stop this. You know why?”

I can’t respond as Bruce pulls the belt around my neck tightly and releases his cock from his pants. Smearing his foul-tasting pre-cum along my lips, he smirks.

“Omega whores exist to be fucked and stuffed with cum. It’s just better when they scream for us,” he mutters.

One thrust has my mouth full to bursting as I force myself to open wide. Everything hurts as my body burns.

“No slick, Wren,” Trey commands, sealing my fate as my body is denied a biological function.

There’s only pain as the alphas spend hours doing what they want… when they want, while Trey praises me. My torturous omega soul tells me this will all end if I do what I’m told.

Maybe…

“Wren, wake up,”Shaw’s deep voice pulls me out of the dream with a rasping wail.

It’s as if I was back in that fucking house, during one of the many worst days of my life. It was a never ending parade of shittastic people and experiences.

“Sweetness, I’m here. Please come back to me.” he pleads.

God, how long has he been trying to get me out of this nightmare?

“I’m here,” I cry, feeling his warm arms around me. “Oh my God.”

“I’m here,” he murmurs, purring for me. His cheek is plastered to my back, and as I blink the sleep and tears from my eyes, I see we’re the only ones in the room right now. “I’ve been trying to wake you up for a few minutes. Thank fuck you’re back.”

“Nightmare,” I rasp, my throat sore, as if I’ve been screaming in my sleep.

“The guys went to go for a run, and I decided to stay and snuggle,” Shaw explains. “It’s still early, but they wanted to be back by the time you woke up. I can call Flynn if you need him and he’ll come back.”

“No,” I whine, turning in his arms. I adore Flynn, but I think I need Shaw. “I want you.”

His large hand rubs my back as he pulls me closer.

“You have me,” he rumbles, sounding pleased. “Sweetness, you scared me. Your eyes were half opened as you dreamed, and you kept making these noises. It was like someone was hurting you.”

“Someone was,” I rasp. “When I was sixteen, Trey brought three men to a room he decorated for me, and they… hurt me.”

His caramel scent smells burnt, but it’s still the most delicious thing in the world right now.

“Hurt how?” he asks. “You don’t have to tell me, but my imagination is my worst enemy, baby. The things I’m thinking about…”

“It’s probably right with what you’re thinking,” I mutter. Placing my hand on his chest, I let my eyes close as I focus on his heart beat. It’s steady, safe, and most importantly, he woke me up.

Opening my eyes, I look up at his whiskey-brown eyes that remind me so much of a slightly lighter color than caramel. “Trey commanded me not to slick,” I whisper. “There was nothing between me and them, and they used their fists and cocks to hurt me.”

His eyes flash with horror and fury. “Do you have names?” he growls.

“Only first names,” I sigh. “I don’t know why I’m so sensitive to an alpha’s bark, but it’s always been awful. It just reminds me of how much of an abomination I am.”

“You are no such thing,” Shaw grunts, his hand cupping my jaw as he stares down at me. “Wren you are exactly who you’re meant to be. Beautiful, snarky, and unapologetic. You handed your brother his ass yesterday.”

Smirking, I move my hands up his cheek to loop around his neck.

“Will you kiss me?” I ask.

Gazing at me, I wonder if I asked the wrong thing. Maybe he doesn’t want to… He’s seen what a mess I am.

Maybe…

His firm lips cover mine, his tongue begging for entrance.

“Stop thinking so hard,” he mutters. His kisses slowly warm me from the inside out, and I moan as my fingers play with the hair along the base of his neck. “You’re so sweet, fuck.”

His words make me writhe, making me moan into his mouth. Turning me onto my back, he covers my body, continuing to kiss me. We haven’t had much time to just enjoy each other, and I’m worried I’m going to fuck it up with the thoughts in my head.

I want another memory to block the one I just had. A really fucking good one, and I think he may be the one to give it to me. Nipping my bottom lip, he pulls back with a mischievous grin when I whine in complaint.

“Greedy little omega, more?” he teases, kissing up my jaw. The scruff on his jaw and cheeks feels good, grounding me to the present. There’s no one else, it’s just us.

He smells like warm caramel in a sundae, God I want to eat him right now. Moaning, I wrap my legs around him as I attempt to get even closer to him. Shaw’s muscles feel so good.

Why do I need more?

Perfuming for my alpha makes him groan as he dips his head and nips my shoulder.

“Little omega, I swear my control is good. So good. The best. Goddamn,” Shaw rumbles.

I started shedding clothing at some point during our nap, and we slept so deeply, I can see the faint hint of light as the world wakes up. I’m now in a tank-top and my panties, and this gorgeous alpha is ruining me as my slick drips between my thighs.

I shouldn”t be feeling like this after such an awful dream, but that’s the past and this is now.

“I love you, Sweetness. You’re so damn strong,” he says with a sigh, kissing me again.

A whine I can’t suppress passes my lips, and Shaw backs away in surprise.

“Shit, I’m on top of you. Let me?—”

“Please don’t,” I tell him, wrapping both legs around his waist. “Kiss me again.”

A happy rumble in his chest greets me as he comes back to me and pulls my soul from my body with another kiss. Wiggling, I tear my shirt off, throwing it away.

“Wren,” he whispers as if in prayer, kissing down my body. When he pulls my nipple into his mouth and sucks, I groan. I sound like an animal as I fully let myself enjoy this, but I don’t care.

This feels amazing. Shaw is incredible.

His fingers ghost up my inner thigh, his eyes rolling as he feels how wet I am.

“I love that this is all mine,” he groans. Licking, sucking, and kissing down my body, Shaw tugs my panties to the side as he looks up at me. Dragging his tongue up the inside of my thigh to taste my slick is like watching this man have a religious experience. “Please let me taste this right from the source. I want to eat your pretty little pussy.”

The way he says that makes me gasp, shuddering as more slick escapes from my pussy. Shaw smirks at me as he sucks my arousal off the fucking sheets. God, why is that so hot?

“Yes, please. I want you to fuck me,” I wail, surprising myself.

Shaw freezes before choosing to wrap his hands around my thighs and push them upward to fully expose me to him. Lazily dragging his tongue up my core, he hums in contentment.

“You’re going to beg for my thick, pierced cock, and you won’t be allowed to have it a second earlier, Sweetness. God, this cunt is so beautiful. Mine,” he growls, making me whimper as he closes his mouth over me.

Shaw eats me out like it’s his job, grabbing my ankles with one hand before he pushes the fingers of his other hand inside my channel. My hands grasp for purchase on the bed as he finger fucks me closer to release.

“Come for me, pretty little omega. Squirt all over my face. I want to fucking smell you on my beard for the rest of the day,” he rumbles as he curls his long fingers deep inside of me.

“Shaw, please, oh,” I cry out, my thighs trembling as he pushes my legs tighter to my chest.

“Do you want my cock yet?” he teases me. Twisting his fingers inside of me makes my eyes roll as I struggle not to black out.

It feels so good, I want to be present for all of it. I know he would never take advantage of me and touch me if I was passed out. God, it’s so good.

“Yes. Yes, I want it. But first, I want you to make me come,” I growl. Shaw’s huff of laughter rolls up my body, making me purr as my toes curl.

Slowly, his fingers continue to rock inside of me, and then he sucks on my clit while using just enough teeth to send me over the edge, screaming.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs, licking his slick lips as he sits up on his knees and releases my ankles.

Breathing hard as my eyes meet the tenting of his pants, I bite my lip and pull off my panties.

“Shaw,” I rasp, my eyes moving over the work of art of my scent mate. “I need you.”

“You have me,” he says, his eyes gazing over my body. “My beautiful mate, you’re so damn perfect.”

“I want you to fuck me, Shaw,” I whimper, sitting up and curling my fingers into the waistband of his joggers. “Replace my dream with you. Make me feel good.”

“Do you want me to call Flynn?” he asks worriedly. “He might be better for this.”

“Flynn and I are bonded. He’s already mine,” I tell him. “I want you. I want my alpha. It has to be you.”

“You want me to be yours?” Shaw breathes, staring at me predatorily.

Poking the alpha, I nod. “Yes. Now, strip. Gimme your cock,” I insist.

Nodding, he helps me push the joggers off his hips and kicks them away before he kisses me. Flipping onto his back, he takes me with him, laughing as I squeal.

Rocking me over his cock, he grunts as he lines himself up and pulls me down onto it. My eyes roll at the stretch, whining.

“God, yes. Fuck me,” I gasp. “Knot, knot, Shaw?—”

“If you want my knot, make me,” he says, folding his arms under his head. “Come on, baby. Work for it.”

Rocking my hips, I gasp as he slides further inside of me. I don’t think I’ve ever just been able to take the driver”s seat during sex, and tears slide down my cheeks at how big this feels. The piercings light up my nerve endings, make me feel more alive than I ever have. God, I don’t think he’ll ever understand. That’s okay.

I know. Every shift in my hips and rise and fall over his shaft makes Shaw’s jaw grind as he groans. He lets me explore his body with my hands, lean forward to kiss his lips as I continue to ride him. This angle feels good too, making me cry out as I grind down on his cock.

“God, you feel so good,” I moan. “I want your knot, but I feel like I’m close to coming.”

Grinning, he lifts up to kiss me, pushing me up until I’m sitting. “Use me, fuck me. My body is yours, find out what feels good, Sweetness. Once you come, I may not be able to hold back. I’m going to need to knot your pretty little cunt. Stretch you so good, you’ll be dripping down my knot. Maybe I’ll make Flynn clean me up in the shower.”

Gasping at the visual, I ghost my hands up my body and squeeze my breasts. Tugging on my nipples as I bounce on his cock, I find I like rising and dropping down on the piercings at the base of his cock as I grind on his knot.

“Fuck, Wren!” Shaw shouts, his hands curled into fists by his head. “That’s it, gimme your cum, baby. It’s mine.”

All his. The thought makes me shudder, detonating my body as I cry out. Shaw’s hands gently rock me over his knot, purring as he does. A moment later, he flips me onto my back, pounding into me. It feels so good, all I can do is hold onto his shoulders as he starts to work his knot inside.

“Ahh,” I scream, locking my legs around his waist and lifting my hips. “Yes! Fuck, yes.”

Kissing me, he continues to rotate his hips as he pushes his way in, making my body tremble. “There’s my girl. You can do it. Come one more time. It’ll help,” he promises.

As he rocks his fingers over my clit as he fucks me, I see little white lights travel over my vision. It feels so good, I want more. Determinedly, Shaw pushes me to another release, and I can feel the largest part of his knot slide inside of me. There’s so much slick, the rest is a forgone conclusion as he rocks his hips again.

Heat floods my body as he knots me, and we’re locked together.

“Shaw, now, bond now. Bite, please,” I beg.

My alpha ghosts his teeth along my neck as I moan, sucking on my skin.

“Baby, are you sure? This is forever. Do you want to be with us?” he whispers at the shell of my ear.

I was worried before, but time after time he’s shown me it’s different now. I want to be bonded to him.

“Yes. Please, Shaw. I want this, Alpha,” I whine.

The sting of his teeth makes me shatter for him again, and he groans as he comes. I can feel rope after rope of cum coat my insides, settling my soul.

This is what it’s supposed to be like.

“Bite me, Sweetness. Take what I freely give you,” he rasps. The emotion makes his voice thick as I strike, biting down where his shoulder meets his throat. The connection between us snaps into place, and I can feel everything.

There’s happiness and wonder in the bond, and I can feel Flynn even more than before. Gasping in surprise, I see Shaw’s lips curve into a satisfied smile.

“Mine,” he murmurs. “I love you, Sweetness. This is how it should have been all along.”

A bubbling of happiness that I know is mine curls over me, and my heart feels light. “I love you too,” I wail, feeling emotional.

Shaw chuckles, turning onto his side to hold me tightly. We’re still knotted together as he purrs, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

“I promise we’ll make you so happy, Wren. You may be mine, but expect courting to still be in full effect. You deserve the world,” he says, devouring my lips.

That’s how Flynn, Ambrose, and Everest find us as they enter the room after their run.

“Fuck yeah!” Ambrose crows as he walks inside, inhaling deeply. “If I’d known we just had to leave you alone for a bit, this may have happened sooner.”

“Everything comes in its time,” Flynn says, grinning broadly as he shoves Ambrose toward the shower.

“They definitely came,” Everest snickers, leaning over the bed to steal a kiss before he whistles on the way to shower with his pack mates.

I can’t stop smiling as the tears dry on my cheeks, or staring into Shaw’s gaze. His typical whiskey-brown now has a ring of hazel around it, another way I get to mark him as mine.