Sera Eryx’s arm was a dead weight across my ribs, but at least it was a warm dead weight. These basements really needed central heating. Seriously, what was up with these traffickers and their need to freeze my tits off? Weren’t my tits supposed to be a precious commodity? The sound of boots outside the…
Sera My mates circled me, watching. Instead of feeling dread, like many omegas who had passed through this room before me, my blood hummed with anticipation. The danger was still real, but I wanted it. I craved the edge. Lyric moved first. He stalked around the swing, eyes bright with trouble. His shirt was already…
Sera Eryx slept so close that sometimes I couldn’t tell where his skin stopped and mine started. We’d wedged together on the sorry excuse for a mattress, one of his legs thrown over mine, his hand draped over my ribcage like a seatbelt. For a minute, I actually dreamed we were home. Then the door…
Draven The moment the ground started to heave, I was already running math on the structural integrity of the walls, the placement of the chandeliers, and the density of the crowd. The first fracture zigzagged through the marble like a wire in a block of cheese, and then the screaming started. Kael and Lyric flanked…
Sera The ballroom was already in full predation mode when we arrived. Alphas clustered in packs and pairs with the occasional single, all lounging like lions and eyeing omegas with hunger. They wore the kind of clothing that made a statement, usually that they could buy every single one of us and then some. I…
Sera The wardrobe room was a climate-controlled dungeon of taste and terror. Racks upon racks of formalwear, sorted by size and creature did nothing but show me how badly this place wanted to make as much money as they possibly could by selling omegas. I fucking hated it, and yet, here I was, packaging myself…
Eryx The door hit the wall with enough force to rattle the hanging sconce, and the sound cut through the last forty minutes of pre-dawn like a teeth-grinding alarm. So, sleep deprivation was the name of the game they were playing in this place. How typical. How boring. The admin didn’t even bother to check…
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