7. Ella

Chapter seven

Ella

M y every instinct screams at me to run when I meet my new jailors.

But as always, I'm trapped, rusting bars surrounding me on all sides.

As they have my whole life.

One Alpha tries to throw me off with his scent of bitter lime, but I show him my ire, letting him know that he or his kind can't break me.

I have been fighting brutes like him my entire life.

I can take him.

I can take his whole pack.

The redhead beside him growls, and I meet those enraged eyes of gray.

He tries to throw me off balance with his spicey cinnamon, but I manage to hold my own with him too.

The hulking redhead falters for a moment, his face as ashen as frost. But then his snarl intensifies, and he finally launches himself at the bars.

Theo holds him back, placing a palm over his heaving chest, and now a tense quiet settles over the cramped room.

It really is cramped in here. Each Alpha's head almost hits the ceiling.

Theo looks up, and once again, his obsidian eyes draw me in like black eyes.

He curls his lip, showing me his sharp teeth.

Funny how Alphas' teeth always look sharper when they growl.

"That's enough. Learn your place, Rogue. You do not challenge me or my pack. You hear me?"

I ball my fists, letting those black eyes swallow me whole.

These Alphas have no idea what they've signed up for.

Really no freaking idea.

Theo removes his arm from Cinnamon Bun and then steps forward, placing his face between the bars. Only a faint buzz of his ozone remains as he reins his Alpha in, but even that is enough to make my hair stand on end.

He fills my body with goosebumps.

They all do.

I'm torn between sticking my knife in them or impaling myself on their cocks.

Bastards.

How dare they make me want them.

It was different with my former jailors. For one, I never saw their faces, and two… they stunk of shit.

But these Alphas smell good.

Each of their scents swirls around me, making my toes curl and my nipples pebble. A thumping between my legs only confirms my suspicions, and fuck…

I am aroused by them…

Or by the idea of killing them.

My poor Omega is conflicted.

Knots or blood?

Which is more tempting?

One way or another, the murderous little bitch will get what she wants.

These Alphas will be crying at my mercy one day.

And I can't wait.

Theo rakes me up and down with his cold gaze, and there's no missing the smug smile. He thinks he's won already, but he couldn't be more wrong.

Finally, he pulls out his key and slots it through the keyhole.

The turning tumblers make my heart rate spike, but I maintain my glare.

They all step into the cell, and I back away, readying my legs to pounce.

If only I had a weapon of some kind.

Anything to give myself the upper hand.

Alas, there are no weapons of any sort.

They tower around the bed, each crossing their arms, and even if I wanted to escape, I couldn't.

They have me cornered.

My chest heaves, and then my scent blooms around me when I get a good look at all three of them.

Fuck.

They really are lethal.

This just isn't fair.

Why couldn't they be ogres, like the Alpha I killed during the throes of insanity several months back?

I look forward to the day I get to smear my face with their blood.

Their blood will be my war paint

My war with the Alphas is not over.

One day, they will all be gone from this world.

And then Omegas can rise to the top.

Somewhere in the recesses of my mind, I can see him smirking at me in dark triumph.

The warden.

I am doing exactly what he wanted.

He would have me kill every Alpha so long as he was the last one standing.

These Alphas may be brutal, but they could never compare to that monster.

The warden fashioned me into his perfect killing machine.

In the end, I didn't need a bell.

All the others trained the Omegas with a bell. One ring, and they would fall into a deep hypnosis.

But not me…

I only pretend to be under thrall, but I am fully conscious the whole time.

I embrace my killer identity and wear it like a second skin.

It was the only way I could get my revenge on the warden.

By beating him at his own game.

That way, he won't see me coming.

So, I must play the part of the helpless prisoner for a little while longer.

And then I can truly be free.

Finally, I drop my shoulders, yielding to my new jailors at last.

If I hope to defeat the warden, then I must concede.

Theo chuckles. "That's what I thought. Kellen, grab the shackles."

The redheaded Alpha makes an insane titter next, and then he steps toward a set of heavy chains—chains made for a slave.

I am no one's slave.

They will be sorry one day.

Theo yanks me up from the bed, holding me in place so Kellen can shackle my hands and legs.

Now I grind my teeth, slowly plotting my revenge.

My face will be the last thing they all see before they die…

But it will be a long road yet.

The quiet Alpha with piercing green eyes lowers to the ground to secure the shackles of my feet. His mouth is dangerously close to my pussy, and once again, she betrays me, throbbing for her enemies.

I have to hold back a whine of need.

The Alpha smirks, knowing where my exact thoughts have gone as the cell fills with watermelon.

I will not be turned on by them.

"Alastor…"

Theo and Kellen wait by the door of the cell, watching Alastor carefully.

He hasn't moved from his crouched position, and I swear his chest vibrates.

Was that a… purr?

It couldn't be.

They're promised to another after all.

There's no missing his tantalizing sour cherry.

"Alastor."

Theo is sharper this time.

Finally, Alastor comes back to his senses, and now his swollen pupils shrink as he fixes me with that hateful glare again.

He joins the others, and now all three leave me shackled to the wall.

They even took my mattress, but I won't cry.

After all, I need to be strong.

It's the only way I will beat them.