Page 161 of Retribution

A few minutes earlier

“You still can’t fucking move?” Ophelia snarls, her face pressed against mine in anger.

The side effect of the sedative she gave me is in full force. The only reason I know that she waxed me while I was unconscious is because I can feel the lingering sensation of having the hair pulled from the root on my pussy.

I gained consciousness while Ophelia was putting makeup on my face, and she was muttering that she no longer has a team. I could look like a complete nightmare. I have no idea since I haven’t seen myself in a mirror, nor do I have any desire to.

Royce is holding my body against him since I currently can’t stand, and I can feel his erection against my ass. My tongue isswelling from the sedative, which means words aren’t going to be very pretty. Instead, I stare at her, making her believe that I’m now mute as well.

“You all better not make me look bad,” she grumbles, digging into her bag once more.

Nothing she’s done has worked to kick off my heat. Breathing deeply, I freeze as I smell scents that I know.Pink pepper, berries, and amaretto cookies.

My alphas are near, possibly in the crowd beyond this wall. Somehow, that feels worse in a way. I’m not on scent blockers, and they can potentially trigger my heat in certain circumstances.

“Here it is,” Ophelia murmurs. Her fingers pry open my eyes, scowling as she pulls out eye drops and drops them in. “I’ve been experimenting with a street drug that works like ecstasy. This is going to make it seem as if you’re fucking gagging for dick. I realized that I’ve been going about this the wrong way. I don’t have to wait you out, I simply have to pivot.”

“How many does she need, boss?” Royce asks. “Four in each eye seems like a lot.”

“I don’t care if her heart explodes, as long as you make it look like you fucked her to death first," Ophelia growls.

A giggle escapes my lips as a different type of warmth fills my body. I feel like there are happy little bubbles in my blood, and I wonder what’ll happen if they burst.

Ophelia smirks, her finger trailing over my naked skin and over my nipple. I can’t help my reaction as goosebumps and heat spreads wherever she touches.

“That’s a start,” she mutters, nodding. Digging into her bag, Ophelia glances at my pussy with an annoyed look. “Now, I need to make you slick. I heard that a roofie can make that happen.”

There’s no limit to what she cooks up in her fucking lab. And still, I can’t move as she pulls out a vial of liquid and drops a pill inside of it.

“Both?” Royce grunts. “If my cock doesn’t have to fight to fuck her ass, I’ll be happy.”

Ophelia smirks as her thumb plugs the top of the vial as she shakes it gingerly until the drug dissolves into the liquid. Her other hand grips my face tightly, her fingers digging into my skin. My limbs are still paralyzed, and I can’t pull away.

Pushing my lips together and pressing on my jaw to open it, she pours the liquid into my mouth. Her palm shoves it closed while Royce plugs my nose until I have to involuntarily swallow, shuddering. The alpha massages my throat to ensure that it all travels down before chuckling.

The dark sound feels like it’s vibrating through my body and down to my clit, and then it happens. My pussy clenches on nothing, complaining as I begin to slick with a whine. It’s not a heat, forced or otherwise, but it’s doing exactly what Ophelia wanted.

My heart is beating fast, my skin feels too warm, and all I want is for someone to fucking touch me. Except, I really don’t. It’s these goddamned fucking drugs!

I try to focus on the scents of my mates, but that makes it worse. I strangle a scream, and Ophelia grins as she hides away the vial and leaves to announce us. I feel like I’m on fucking fire.

“You smell really good,” Royce murmurs, licking up my throat. “We’re going to fucking tear you apart.”

I can’t hear Ophelia, but I can hear the sound of alphas who cheer at her words. My fingers twitch, and I feel a surge of hope. I can pretend to be limp and helpless for as long as possible. That doesn’t mean these drugs help me override this damn paralysis from the sedative.

I concentrate on contracting my muscles slowly so that Royce will think it’s the drugs wreaking havoc on my body as I twitch.

“Damn, maybe she broke you even more,” Royce says, turning my body so he can lift me over his shoulder.

I feel the warmth of two other large bodies as I hang over his back, struggling not to give myself away as my hands threaten to fist.

“Let’s see all that luscious cream,” Albin groans, spreading my asscheeks wide. “Fuck yes.”

His thumb drags through my slick while another alpha next to us groans as Albin pushes his way inside my asshole. There’s no prep other than that small amount of slick. Even as an omega, it’s not comfortable.

“Don’t worry, little slut,” Albin murmurs, mistaking my whimper for wanting more. He continues to shove his thumb in and out of my hole, and the drugs quickly turn the feeling into pleasure. “Royce, Urock, and I are going to give you a good send off into death.”

I force myself to think beyond the pleasure, because as much as I don’t want this, the drugs are making me into a liar.