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CHAPTER 1

OLIVIA

Being kidnapped fucking sucks. Well, I guess technically I wasn’t kidnapped, I was sold, but still. I don’t want to be here in this goddamn hole in the wall.

“What do you think they’re going to do to us?” Willow, the sweet girl, a few years younger than me asks.

I lean my head back against the wall of the concrete, makeshift cell we’ve been put in.

“They’re alphas,” I practically snarl. “We’re omegas. It’s pretty self-explanatory what they want with us.”

“Oh,” she says, curling herself into a ball, her knees hugged to her chest. She leans her head down so the only thing I can see are her golden curls.

The shake of her shoulders as she trembles in the corner makes something twist inside me. She doesn’t deserve me snapping at her.

I stand and move to sit next to her, leaning to bump her shoulder against mine.

“Hey,” I say softly, my tone a lot less harsh than earlier. “Sorry for snapping at you, I’m just stressed.”

She peeks up at me, wiping away her tears. “It’s okay, I get it, you’ve been here longer.”

I nod, sighing and kicking my legs out in front of me.

“How did they manage to nab you?” I ask her.

“I—I was trying to find suppressants at a party,” she answers.

“Wait, how old are you?”

“Twenty.”

“Fuck,” I say, sitting up and facing her. “You’re in school?”

“Yeah, I’m in college. I’m a visual arts major,” She gives me a sad smile as tears well in her eyes once more. “Not that that means anything here.”

“It totally means something, at least to me,” I scoff. “I was never good at art. I stopped trying when I was a kid.”

“How old are you?” She asks me.

The tension in her shoulders seems to relax as we continue to talk. She’s so young, she looks even younger than she is, she shouldn’t be here in a place like this.

“I’m twenty-six.”

“How did they get you, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Ha!” I laugh, leaning my head against the wall. “My mom sucks. She gave me to them, I’m pretty sure for money or drugs. It could’ve been money to buy drugs for all I know.”

Willow goes silent at my side.

“Sorry for the downer,” I say. “I’ve just been here for a while and you’re the first cellmate I’ve had.”

“I’m sorry,” Willow says softly. “Your mom sucks though.”

“She does indeed suck,” I laugh.

Willow is such a sweet girl. She tells me about her little dog and her favorite mediums of art. I feel a spark of protectiveness grow in my chest. She reminds me of my little sister.

I have to lean my head back and close my eyes to keep myself calm at the thought of my little sister. The thought of Summer having to stay with our mom makes my blood fucking boil. I have to make it out of here because if I don’t, she’ll be stuck with our horrible mom for however long that witch can keep her claws in her.