1- Caught
My heart can't stop thumping in my chest as if it wants to jump out and flee. Such a traitorous fucking organ. Does it want to leave me in this mess to save itself? Not happening!
'Without me, you won't survive a second you traitor!' I yell at it in my head just before I hear the sound of the door opening.
Suddenly, the room is filled with strong oppressive pheromones that flood my chest, making it hard to even breathe. These pheromones belong to...an alpha.
My eyes peel wide open under the bag on my head. What is happening? I have paid my debts, well, tried to at least. I haven't gotten into any fights with anyone. I haven't mingled with any bad company since I started working at the small cake shop near my aunt's salon. So why?
Why is there an alpha in the same room as a recessive omega like myself?
I quickly hold my breath to avoid suffocation from the strong alpha pheromones while crawling away from their presence even with my hands and ankles tied up.
'Don't notice me. Please don't notice me. I am just a piece of furniture in this room. I hold no importa-'
The bag is yanked from my head, spilling my long blue dyed hair over my face which then blinds me.
With my eyes squeezed firmly shut, I continue to hold my breath now that the alpha is closer to me.
"Katherine Summers. Seventeen years and four months old, lives in a little apartment with a Brianna Jacob, owns one cat, works at some shitty place that barely pays an average salary, has an inherited debt of over seven hundred thousand dollars to Python, eats two meals a day, an ugly birthmark on your thigh, a pickpocket- Fuck! Does this list never end?" A deep and developed male voice roars before something is dropped on the floor next to me. From its smack, it feels like some sort of file.
"Do you remember me?" the voice asks but I dare not lift my head nor open my eyes.
Though, at this point, I'm about to suffocate myself to death if I keep holding my breath.
In my long silence, a large hand grips my cheeks and yanks me upward. My eyes fly open to the face scowling down at me.
Dull green eyes, short brown hair that has been gelled back to expose all his facial features. His nose is long but a bit crooked, but it doesn't take anything away from his good looks.
'You were kidnapped and you think that he is attractive? You should go for a mental check-up.'
"Three months ago, you bumped into me in an elevator. Where's my fucking wallet?" he hisses squeezing my cheeks hard.
I feel his fingernails drive into my poor skin, bruising it without a shred of mercy.
Three months ago. Elevator. Wallet.
My eyes bulge as the specific memory returns. I seem to have pickpocketed someone in an elevator of some office building when I went for an interview. Which I failed miserably by the way. Turns out that even a genius like me needs to have a certificate before I'm employed. What is even worse is that I'm a damn recessive omega, the lowest of the world's existences.
An alpha would rather choose a beta over a recessive alpha because what is the fücking difference? Besides, an omega is naturally weak to an alpha's pheromones, making recessive omegas the weakest of our gender.
"Um...I...I threw it away."
"You did WHAT?" he snarls shoving the back of my head against the wall. "You stole from me, took something very important, and threw it away like it was trash!"
His anger raises his pheromone levels, sending waves of it down my system.
I begin to choke from the amount of pheromones I'm taking in. They make my stomach churn and my knees weak.
If this goes on, something more than my fear will be triggered.
"Wa-wait! I know where I -I-I-I-where I left it." I have a feeling that if I say throw it away a second time, I'll end up with a crushed jaw.
The alpha loosens his grip on my cheeks. "Speak!"
Of course I remember exactly where I discarded it. The same place I throw all the unimportant things after stealing them...the river. But I'm not going to tell this angry alpha that. I'm not so stupid.
"My...under my bed. If you just let me go, I can-"
"Under your bed, right?" he repeats, his expression darkening.
The hand leaves my face and I for a second, think that I'm saved. But it suddenly grabs my throat to squeeze my windpipes. "Do you think I'm stupid, little girl? I've already had my men turn your shitty apartment upside down. There's nothing there other than traces of your miserable life."
Ouch!
A bit harsh, but, true.
Isn't it too much for an alpha to be so brutal to an omega like this? There should be laws about this kind of brutality.
But who can I blame? I have hidden my true secondary gender to of a beta by taking some drugs that mask my pheromones completely.
This is how I was raised as well by those people I am supposed to call my parents.
At seventeen, I should be in my final high school year doing teenage stuff like partying, getting mad drunk, and then having sex with a classmate who will later turn out to be someone's boyfriend. But instead, I had to drop out of school at fourteen when those people died, leaving me with nothing but debts and poverty.
May the devil roll their souls in hellfire like barbecue meat.
I might be meeting them soon at the rate things are going in the world of the living.
"Tell me exactly where my wallet is, Katherine."
He takes away his hand, leaving me coughing like I have caught pneumonia.
