Page 57 of The Alpha’s Sin (Forbidden Omegaverse #7)

POPPY

I ’m miserable.

Dirk has me chained like some kind of animal.

A heavy iron cuff circles my wrist, the chain long enough to reach the dingy little bathroom and the bare-bones kitchenette in this shack, but not long enough to reach the front door.

Not that I’d get far even if I could—he never leaves without locking everything behind him.

The place stinks of old cigarettes and mold.

There are cobwebs in the corners, and the windows are caked with so much grime I can barely tell whether it’s day or night outside.

It’s so different from Logan’s warm, snug, cozy home.

I miss his little house so much…but not nearly as much as I miss him.

It’s been over a week—over a week without Logan .

My chest aches at the thought, the hollow spot inside me growing bigger every day.

I thought for sure he would come charging in, my big Alpha , tearing Dirk to shreds and carrying me home.

But nothing. Not even a whisper of him. I’m starting to think… maybe he can’t find me.

Maybe I really am alone.

Dirk talks on the phone when he thinks I’m not listening. I hear him pacing in the next room, his voice low and wheedling.

“Just a few more months…you’ll have your money…yeah, I’ve got something lined up that’ll cover the debt ten times over .”

My stomach twists every time. I know exactly what he means. He’s talking about the babies. About selling them. My babies. Logan’s baby.

The thought makes me want to vomit.

I shuffle to the tiny stove and force myself to open another can of the disgusting food he brings. Chef Boyardee ravioli that smells like dog food. Vienna sausages swimming in jelly. Spam so salty it hurts my tongue.

My sensitive nose rebels, but I eat anyway. I have to. The babies need food. And if I don’t eat, Dirk won’t let me get away with skipping the handful of vitamins he shoves at me afterward.

I don’t trust them. They’re not even proper prenatal vitamins—just random bitter pills in unmarked bottles. Dirk claims they’ll “make the babies grow faster.” Which only makes me more afraid. Faster for what? For selling?

So I hide them under my tongue and spit them out later when he isn’t looking.

But sometimes the bitter taste leaks through before I can get rid of them, and I’m sure some of it seeps into me.

And maybe it’s just my imagination, but every time it happens, the Heat raging inside me seems to get worse.

God, the Heat .

My breasts ache constantly, swollen and heavy, milk leaking through whatever shirt I have on. My pussy is slick and throbbing, aching for release. For Logan . Not Dirk —never Dirk . Just the thought of him touching me makes me sick.

He made me share his bed the first night, but when I stiffened and tried to roll away, he sneered.

“Don’t worry, babe— I don’t want your fat, disgusting body. You were big before but now you’re a fucking whale.”

The words cut sharper than knives.

Logan made me feel beautiful. Logan stroked my curves and kissed my belly and called me kitten. But Dirk ? He insults me—rips at me with his words until I want to curl up and disappear.

I hate him.

And I’m starting to lose hope. Logan hasn’t come. I’m chained, miserable, and on fire inside with a need I can’t satisfy. My body is screaming for an Alpha’s touch, and the only Alpha I want may never find me.

I stroke my belly with my free hand, feeling the little kicks fluttering under my palm. Tears prick my eyes.

“Don’t worry, my sweet little Patricia …my brave little Daniel ,” I whisper, though my voice shakes. “ I’ll keep you safe. Somehow , I’ll protect you.”

Even if it kills me.