Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

MORRIS

T hings are spiraling out of control, and there is nothing I can do. The keens and moans being pulled from Adira aren’t real, because I’m the only one who knows she’s trapped in a hell filled with sensations that aren’t real. Her body is more sensitive than usual, her clit and nipples begging to be touched.

Ophelia has her own fucked up lab to cook up the drugs that can force whatever behavior she wants. For example, my chest is heaving, my cock is throbbing, and I would be willing to do anything to get inside one of Adira’s wet, willing holes.

This has nothing to do with my typically level headed, and respectful attitude toward women. No, instead I’m quite literally thinking with my dick, and the omega’s scent is thick enough to taste on my tongue.

She almost drowned me in her slick, and I still want more. The chaos of the auction before me is almost muted due to how focused to a pinpoint my mind is currently.

“You’ve seen how well she takes knots in her holes, I think it’s time to see how much damage that tight ass can take,” the auctioneer says. “Beta, I don’t think I can trust the alphas not to lose their control. I think everyone needs to see how much the little whore loves it.”

Pulling away from the microphone, he takes a few steps over to me and leans up to speak into my ear.

“The alphas are going to gag her, but any screams or noises will be overheard, because I’m going to place a microphone here,” he says quickly. “Play up to the crowd, spank her, fist her, and then fuck her ass. Be sure that the crowd can see everything. I’m going to start driving up the price. Get it?”

“Yes,” I rasp, my voice dark and growly. I don’t know who the fuck I am right now, but the drugs running through my system make me want to do all of what I was told to do to Adira.

I want to make her cry, mewl, and come. That’s all I can make myself care about, though I should want other things… I think.

The auctioneer nods at the alphas and they shove a latex type of gag into her mouth. I can already see her tears as she struggles against them, her saliva quickly pooling in her mouth as she gags from crying.

Fisting her hair, I turn her head and shove it down so she can drool onto the bench. That’s the only way she’ll be able to breathe.

Her legs kick out at me as I laugh, catching one of her ankles before hitting her ass cheek hard with my hand. Her scream pierces the large room of the auction hall, quieting the alphas as they focus on us.

“Show everyone what a pretty little whore you are,” I growl, my voice being picked up by the microphone someone placed nearby. I could very easily blow this charade, but I won’t because we’ve come too far.

I have to bring this to its end for the sake of getting out of here with Adira being sold to the right pack. I have to stay on point, even as I feel myself losing my humanity. Fuck, the benefit of being a beta is that this shouldn’t be an issue.

I hold both of Adira’s ankles together, pushing them up and to the side to expose her ass and pussy to the audience. She’s slicking as if she loves the attention, but it’s a side effect of the cocktail she was forced to take.

As I spank her clit, ass, and pussy over and over, Adira is a writhing mass of raw nerve endings before I drag my fist over her arousal, coating it, as I bump her clit with my knuckles.

She’s drooling around the gag from crying so much and because saliva tends to pool naturally in the latex material that holds her lips wide open.

One of the alphas gets tired of waiting as I push my fist into her tight asshole to begin stretching it, moving to pull Adira’s head up hard to feed her his cock.

Her strangled cry is muffled by the alpha as he fucks her throat.

“My God, she’s fucking insatiable, gentlemen,” the auctioneer yells. “I believe we’re at nine-hundred thousand dollars. Any takers?”

“Me!” yells an alpha, while I focus on my task.

My heart is pounding from the lights and knowledge of how many people may be in the room. Adira’s body tries to fight me for a moment, her slick pouring out of her ass as well, contradicting her attempt to pull away.

“Take it all,” I murmur, her gagging the only thing being picked up by the microphone. “Come on, baby.”

Drawing my tongue up her center, I suck hard on her already sensitive clit, holding her tightly down as I rock, twist, and push my fist further inside of her ass. The muscles clench and release, allowing me further entrance.

“We are now at two point five million,” the auctioneer yells. Jesus, this asshole wasn’t kidding about driving up the omega’s price.

Licking, sucking, fucking her ass with my fist, those are the things my brain focuses on and nothing else, until she finally squirts all over my face. My fist has disappeared into her hole, her ass swelling around it.

I bet that’s all the audience is paying attention to right now.

“Look at how beautiful she is,” the auctioneer says as the other alpha nudges me to the side and notches his cock at Adira’s sodden entrance. A single thrust has him groaning, shuddering to keep from rutting and losing himself.

Since I’m kneeling on the floor, I pinch the fuckhead underneath his knot, enjoying the scream he makes. He can back the fuck up.

The auctioneer turns with his brows raised, smirking as he sees the situation.

“I suppose we can indulge Vince for a bit,” he says as he shakes his head. “I bet you all want to see how much cum she can handle, am I right? Let’s fill her up boys! These alphas are highly skilled, but this tiny omega is making even them lose their heads. Do you all think you can handle her for three million dollars?”

The auctioneer doesn’t allow anyone to see him sweat.

“Let’s allow the buyers to see how she does with all of her holes filled. Beta, fuck her hard. Don’t hold back now,” he warns.

The prices are spiraling higher and higher as the auctioneer allows the alphas to yell out bids. As long as it’s more than the previous one, any increment is allowed.

Fuck, here is the moment of truth. Working my fist out of her tight little hole, I grunt as I convince the muscles to let me go. The alpha fucking Adira’s face throws a towel for me to wipe my hand, and I toss it away once I’m done to join them in fucking her.

I can hear the way Adira is gagging, struggling to swallow as the alpha groans as he comes. It’s hard to hold onto the conviction that I’m doing this to help her as I watch the crown of my cock disappear into her ass.

I don’t feel as if I am. Instead, I think I may be participating in breaking her.

“Fifteen million dollars!” screams an alpha as people groan and curse. The alpha fucking her pussy glances at me with a smirk.

Apparently we’ve hit a threshold people are hesitant to cross, and the auction is going to end.

“Make her come one last time, beta. May as well give the losers the honor of watching the cum leak from her pussy and ass. Listen to her already choking on Brock’s cum,” Vince growls next to me, too softly for the microphone.

Cum is running out of Adira’s mouth from the force of it, and I have to look away. Swallowing hard, I do as I’m told, my thumb rubbing over her clit, even as she whines and attempts to get away.

There’s nowhere to go though, nowhere to hide as I push her body, and when she clamps down on the invading cocks inside of her, my head drops back as I fill her ass with my cum.

“Going once, twice, sold to Pack Kelly!” the auctioneer screams, and my eyes close, hoping we did the right thing.

ADIRA

I can barely walk as I’m released from the leather bench, and a beta I vaguely recognize as Morris catches me. My eyelashes are sticking together from how much I cried and cum is drying on my skin.

The gag is still inside my mouth, holding my lips open wide, and it's difficult to swallow. The pills are starting to wear off, the high threatening to pitch me into darkness.

While it would be easy to submit to the cool beacon of oblivion, I force steel into my legs, so I can stand on my own.

“Time to head to another form of hell,” an alpha coos in my ear so only I can hear. A collar is fastened around my throat, the harshness of it making any blood I have left in my face bleed from it. A leash is attached and then I’m pulled so hard by it that I sprawl to the ground.

“Crawl to your new master,” the alpha yells. I can’t bring myself to look at Morris as I drop my head, my hair hiding my face as the alpha begins to drag me.

The leash chokes me where it’s connected to the cool leather collar, forcing me to crawl and scramble to keep up with the alpha. The humiliation just piles onto everything else I’ve had to endure today, and all the while, I think about how I trusted Morris on the porch, however many days ago at his sister’s home.

He’s a son, a brother to an omega, and yet he still delivered me to Madam Ophelia to prepare me to be auctioned off. There are so many worse things that he’s done than just that, but the reminders of them makes my eyes burn again.

Saliva dribbles out of my lips and down my chin to plop onto the ground, which is more proof of how powerless I am. I can’t help myself, all I can do is be led like a dog to my new owners.

There’s no doubt in my mind that these buyers will not have any redeeming qualities and that’s one more thing that will chisel and tear apart who I am. The omega who is crawling and shivering doesn’t feel like me. This person is weak and disgusting.

I can feel my scent match in the crowd, though I can’t scent him, because of how clogged my sinuses are. He’s closed off, but I can feel his terror and worry. It somehow helps me not feel as alone, though I don’t know how long I’ll feel the connection.

The alphas on stage smelled like spicy manure and pickles, two scents that shouldn’t ever live together. The pungent scent was pushed aside by the drugs I was force fed, and in a way it was a blessing.

I almost threw up on one of their dicks, the only thing that helped was the feel of Morris’ calloused hand on my throat.

The alpha’s hands are baby soft as they drift over my back, forcing me to arch in an effort to move away from him. The memory of his hands on me earlier, continuously throws me back into the memories where I was his personal whore on the stage.

The feeling of being in two places at once is somewhat disconcerting and gross to me. To make a living off the misery of so many omegas… I can’t even fathom the depravity someone would need to do this.

When we arrive at the stairs, the alpha makes me stand, and I descend them with my head down. I can feel many eyes on my body from the room, and the space is freezing cold. It probably has always been cold, I just didn’t feel it due to the heat running through my veins.

Cruel fingers pinch my chin, lifting it once my feet get to the bottom of the stairs. Rock Dresmond, the man who killed my father stands before me, a smirk on his lips. He looks so much like his oldest son, I would know him anywhere.

“You’re the troublemaker who made me wait for this moment,” he growls with gritted teeth. “It’s just as well, because this is so much better than I could have dreamed. This pack has agreed to give you back to me once they’re done fucking, rutting, and attempting to impregnate you. If you can’t rise to the occasion, you’re going to end up right back here. My sons have sworn they haven’t fucked you, which I think is ridiculous. In many ways, they’re too damn weak to lead the empire I’m continuing to build. I’m sure Ophelia will give you to me to play with before we sell you again.”

My eyes gaze in horror at him, my vision so clear, I wish I was blind.

“Exciting, isn’t it?” Rock says, winking. “Eventually, the pack will tire of you, little whore. Your debt will never be paid, because your terror and humiliation simply tastes too good.”

Fisting my hair, he licks up my face.

“‘Till next time.”

The alpha holding my leash pulls me along, my numb legs following the best I can. While my hands are free, there’s no use in fighting. I can’t feel Damon anymore, it’s as if he simply disappeared. An emptiness is there now instead, and I whimper.

It was almost okay when I knew he was with me, even though he hasn’t been a great scent match. Sometimes when you’re scraping the bottom of the barrel, you’ll grasp at anything to not be alone. My breaths are coming faster as I’m forced to walk through a room filled with alphas.

As my nose begins to run, I’m again reminded of how lucky I am not to be able to smell anything. I can only hope I’m out of here before the scents become overwhelming. Some omegas can pass out from having so many alphas surrounding them, which is why they take some kind of alpha pheromone suppressant.

Fingers pinch whatever they can as I walk, and hands grope, making me squeak uncomfortably in pain. My ass is on fire, my body over sensitive, and none of this is helping, as I attempt to regulate after being forcibly used for the audience’s pleasure.

“Do you want me to clean her up?” Ophelia asks as I am yanked to a stop in front of her.

Two alphas with brown hair and reddish tints in their facial hair glare menacingly down at me as they cross their arms. What I can see of their arms are covered with tattoos, one of which is a skull that states ‘My Queen’, while another has a crown with the name ‘Quinn’ and a date.

Did they lose someone? Their omega maybe? I don’t understand why they’d want me. The tattoos are melded so well within the others, I’d never be able to read it if my eye hadn’t happened to stop on them.

I shouldn’t have any kind of questions or sympathy for alphas who are going to treat me like a broodmare. The exact thought makes me shudder from more than the drugs or the chilly air.

“Nay, we’ll take her as is,” the one with the crown tattoo growls. He has closely cut brown hair and a goatee, his vibrant green eyes assessing me.

I shiver as I wait, unable to decide if this is the lesser of any other evil.

“Aye, we have a drive back. Bind the bitch’s arms behind her and we’ll be on our way,” the other alpha says with a shrug. He has a fuller beard and spiky hair, his lips twisted in disgust as his sky blue eyes gaze at my cum spattered skin.

I feel every bit of the weight of his judgment and distaste as I stand there. I’m sure my teeth would be chattering with fear if it wasn't for this godforsaken gag holding my mouth and lips open wide.

My arms are pulled roughly back by the alpha who holds my leash currently, rough rope dragging along my skin as the knots pin my limbs down.

Knots quite simply ruin my life. It figures that the trend would continue even now.

The alpha with the skull tattoo roughly grabs my arm and pulls me away from Ophelia’s pet, while the alpha with the crown raises his brow at Ophelia and Rock. Time is moving funny for me, or maybe it’s the trauma and drugs, because I didn’t notice my scent match’s father stroll up to join us.

“Our business is concluded for now,” the alpha says cryptically, his blue eyes cutting over to me as if attempting to hide something from me.

I’m no one and nothing, not anymore. Thrown away, forgotten, and bought. It doesn’t really matter what I do or don’t know anymore, so I don’t understand why he’s giving this so much effort.

“Don’t worry, Duncan, I told her about how she’s nothing but a cum dumpster until or if you manage to knock her up,” Rock says with a chuckle. “If you don’t, she’ll simply come right back here to do this again. Maybe this time, I’ll even have my fun too.”

Ophelia’s eyes widen for a moment before turning away, my future written in the stars and therefore predetermined. I’m well and truly fucked then.

“Let us have our shot at her first,” Duncan says with a dark chuckle. “Fifteen million dollars is a lot of money not to give this our full effort, Mr. Dresmond. Thank you for allowing my brother and I to attend today. I look forward to other business opportunities with you.”

“Same,” Rock says with a nod. “Bye now.”

I’m dragged away from Ophelia and Rock, my feet almost falling over each other as I struggle to keep up with Duncan and his brother’s long strides.

Why is it that I continue to end up with brothers? Is this another way that the Fates are cackling over their twisted humor? Whose metaphysical yarn did I manage to piss on?

The wind and cold whip into the building the moment the door is shoved open, and I moan in despair as I see that it’s also beginning to snow. I wonder if it’s possible to get frostbite from walking naked through this.

No one will miss me, Dad is dead, maybe these alphas will simply give me the mercy of shooting me in the back of the head when I don’t get pregnant. I don’t know what biology’s twisted rules are for omegas who are separated from their bond mates.

Are there any? Why didn’t I search the dark web for this?

I’m vaguely aware of the way my feet begin to freeze as I walk along the ice and snow covering the concrete, and then I’m being bundled into a blanket and shoved into the back of an SUV’s trunk.

Huh. Funny how I’ve been in this situation before. I don’t make a sound as the door shuts next to me, and doors are quickly opened to turn on the heat. This SUV has vents above me, so the warmth pumps into the trunk as my head lulls to the side.

My mouth remains open around the gag to expand the full range of humiliation, as I continue to drool, only now it’s on the blanket I’m wrapped in.

I suppose making sure their purchase doesn’t freeze is probably a good idea.

“Adira?” Duncan calls out from the front seat as he throws the vehicle into drive.

I don’t respond as the warmth threatens to pull me into unconsciousness. It has the deceiving effect of safety, but there’s no such thing here. All alphas are bad, and I’ve been sold to someone who seems to be very cozy with Rock.

My back hurts where my healing gunshot wound is, the cold making the tissue ache. Maybe I’ll be lucky enough for it to get infected and die.

Wouldn’t that be nice?

My head leans further from where I’m reclining, and my body slides over until my head hits the floor. Fucking figures, but at least there’s no more worry in the darkness.