Omega's arrogant mate

of the guys screamed as he brings

t to stop my scream of pa

moving my body even clos

rthless Omega!" he growls, s

l into myself, even though my hands and

you're gonna suffer!" he snaps, taking a

, he quickly slashes, making

ve this!" he roars, pressing th

out. I will not give him the satisfaction of hearing my pain. But it only

finally enters the room. He has an aura of authority around him and

while standing in the doorway wi

s, putting away the whip and pla

e shackles around my wrists and ankles. I am unable to support my own

atulations, you earned yourself a meal,

eave the room. Tears well up in my eyes, as the pain in m

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t up," som

nly to find them sealed shut. Groaning, I sit up

man screams, slapping

n my throat at the chilling smirk that appears on his face. He slowly stalks towards me, the smirk on his fa

e, who I assume is the leader, y

l the plate of food towards me. I was about to throw up seeing the rotten meat and spoilt cheese pasta laying on the plate. Frowning in disappointment and disgust, I push the plate away from me and lo

nap my head up just in time to see the leader tur

uickly slip on the dress and wait a

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nst the staircase behind me, looking for a way out. Glancing at all the people around me, a frown takes over my face.

w leader of this small pack thinks it would be a great idea to have it here. Rolling my eyes, I take

keep my eyes on the two men across the room. Reaching the door, I carefully open it, making sure no one notices. Slipping out of the ballroom, I quietly shut the door

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renaline. My heart was pounding and my breathing was shaky. The twigs snapping u

gain. Attempting to calm my racing heart, I slow into a comfortable sprint and focus on the nature around me. Taking in the thick tree cover and the var

ther pack's territory now. I could see their guards pacing up and down the border line. A lump begins to form in my throat as I crouch down in a nearby bush. Gulping I take in the various guards standin

they need guns? Aren't they

t he wouldn't find me. The scuff of his boots against the dirt ground and my pounding heart is all that can be heard. The man walks over to the bush that I am hiding behind and leans down. The barrel of the gun peaks through the bush. Chills run up my body. My heart drops to the bottom of my stomach. The shrill echo of the gun scre

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