Page 53 of The Alpha’s Sin (Forbidden Omegaverse #7)

LOGAN

D irk’s fingers bite into my arm, hard enough to leave a bruise.

I glance desperately around the courtroom.

Dr . Elizabeth is watching me, her expression stricken, but I can tell there’s nothing she can do.

None of them will help me. Not in this place where women don’t even have a voice—where the Pack is ruled by men and their twisted laws.

Dirk yanks me out of the building and into the cold morning air.

Parked at the curb is a monstrous black truck—lifted so high off the ground it looks more like a tank than a vehicle.

I realize with a sick drop in my stomach that it’s the kind of stupid, oversized toy Dirk would waste money on. Money he stole from me.

“Let me go!” I demand, trying to wrench free.

“I don’t think so, pretty little Poppy ,” Dirk drawls, his grip tightening. “ You’re far too valuable for me to let slip through my fingers again.”

“What are you talking about?” I demand.

Instead of answering, he shoves me at the truck.

The door towers over my head and I can’t reach the step.

He grabs me by the waist and boosts me up roughly, like I’m luggage.

I scramble into the seat, shaken, as he climbs in behind the wheel.

The second his hands grip the steering wheel, the engine roars, and with a squeal of tires we peel away from the building where Logan’s sham of a trial was held.

My heart is pounding.

“Why are you doing this? You already stole everything from me— Grandma’s house, the money… If you think I have more, you’re wrong . I’ve barely got a few hundred dollars in my account from working at Dollar Tree .”

Dirk grins at me, wide and evil, his eyes glowing faintly in the dashboard lights.

“Oh, babe. It’s not your bank account I’m interested in this time.”

A cold shiver runs through me.

“Then what?”

He flicks his gaze deliberately to my belly.

“You think I tossed your birth control just because I’ve got some kind of pregnancy kink?

Please .” He makes a face like the very idea disgusts him.

“ But babies— Were babies—those are rare. Our race is dying out. And there are plenty of childless Were couples out there desperate for a baby of their own. Desperate enough to pay top dollar—especially for an Alpha pup.”

I freeze, my stomach twisting violently.

Dirk smirks wider.

“Leaving you with Logan was the best move I ever made. Letting him feed you, shelter you, keep you alive through your little ‘ Second Heat .’ And now look at you.” His eyes glitter as he stares at my belly.

“ Carrying a perfect Alpha pup. That one alone will bring me ten times more than his little sister. And I’ve already got a buyer lined up. ”

Bile rises in my throat. I clutch my middle protectively, feeling the babies kick inside me.

“You’re a monster ,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “ You’re talking about selling your own child! What’s wrong with you?”

Dirk shrugs, completely unconcerned.

“You’re my wife, which makes those babies mine. My property. What’s wrong with selling my property?”

Tears sting my eyes, but I glare at him through the blur.

“Logan will never let you get away with this! He’ll never let you sell his child.”

Dirk laughs, harsh and ugly.

“Oh, I don’t think you need to worry about my big bro anymore. Where I’m taking you, Logan will never find you.”

He slams his foot on the accelerator. The truck rockets down the highway, the lights of town fading behind us. Mile after mile ticks away, each one putting more distance between me and the only man who ever made me feel safe.

Silent tears slip down my cheeks. My stomach knots tighter and tighter, not from nausea but from fear. My hands are cupped over my belly, over the tiny lives inside me, as though I could protect them. Dirk must have a place to hide—somewhere Logan’s PI couldn’t find.

I might never see Logan again. And my babies— our babies—are going to be sold to the highest bidder. I have never felt so vulnerable.

Or so utterly alone.