Page 35 of The Alpha’s Sin (Forbidden Omegaverse #7)
POPPY
I ’m so ready to go home.
It’s been a long day at the Dollar Tree — grouchy customers, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead, my back aching from standing on the thin, squeaky floor mats all evening.
My breasts feel heavy again, full and sore, and all I can think about is Logan’s big, warm hands and his mouth easing the ache away.
The thought makes my cheeks heat even though no one’s around to see.
God, the things he does for me…the things I want him to do. I wish—oh, I wish—he could just take me, bury himself deep inside instead of using the stupid purple dilator. My body wants more every night, but that’s not something I can ever ask for.
Shaking my head, I push through the glass doors and step into the night air. It’s already dark, the lot mostly empty except for my ancient Chrysler squatting under a flickering lamp post. I barely pay it any attention— I’m looking at my phone to see if Logan texted me.
“And where do you think you’re going, girlie?”
The voice makes my blood run cold. Oh God , what’s wrong with me?
I should have had my keys out already. I should be paying attention, not staring down at my phone.
How many times have I heard that—that you need to alert when you’re alone at night?
Always have your keys ready. Always keep your eyes up.
But it’s too late now.
I whirl around and there they are— Kyle and Leroy .
They look even worse than I remember from last time—dirty coats hanging off their bony frames, greasy hair plastered to their skulls, eyes glittering like animals in the dark.
Leroy’s rat-tail braid swings as he steps closer, while Kyle , in that same filthy red cap, is grinning like this is the funniest thing in the world.
My heart slams into my ribs. I take a step back, fumbling blindly in my purse for my keys. My fingers slip over lipstick tubes, receipts, my wallet—but not the damn keys. Where are they? Why wasn’t I holding them already?
“Leave me alone,” I snap, trying to sound stronger than I feel. “ My Alpha husband will get you—can’t you smell him on me?”
Kyle inhales deeply and smirks.
“Yeah, we smell him. But we just don’t give a fuck.”
“You smell ripe,” Leroy adds, his voice low and ugly. “ Ripe and ready to be bred—to be fucked. That’s all we care about.”
Terror spikes through me. I shake my head, stumbling backwards toward my car, but they’re circling me now, cutting off my path.
“You stay away from me,” I warn, my voice trembling. “ I mean it—my husband will kill you if you touch me!”
Kyle laughs, showing yellow teeth.
“Your Alpha husband will never know what happened to you. We’ll hide the body real good when we’re done.”
His words turn the blood in my veins to ice. Are they drunk? Or just so horny they think they can get away with rape and murder. Either way, I have to get away from them!
I grab my phone like it’s a lifeline and jab at Logan’s number. He answers—thank God he answers. I open my mouth to shout his name, but before I can, Leroy lunges forward and snatches the phone out of my hand.
“Hey—stop!” I cry. “ Leave me alone! Help !”
There’s a crunch as Kyle stomps on it, and I know it’s broken. My only link to Logan —gone.
“Now, now,” Leroy sneers, grabbing my arm. “ Let’s not make a scene, girlie.”
They start to drag me toward a dented old sedan parked crooked at the far end of the lot. My legs are shaking, my throat tight with panic.
Oh God . This is really happening. I feel like I’m going to be sick!
“Logan!” I scream, knowing he can’t hear me, my voice cracking in the empty night. “ Logan , help me!”
But there’s no one here. No one but me—and them. Oh God , I think this is how it ends.
I’m going to die tonight.