Page 111 of The Forgotten

I once heard a group of girls at school whisper about what a heat was like. None of us had ever had one, but curiosity still existed. Designations are found around sixteen, though some are earlier.

We didn’t even know if we’d ever get to participate in a heat, much less have one.

Based on what they talked about, I’m in full blown heat. Rubella must have triggered it with her drug or maybe she created a chemically induced reaction on purpose. The woman is fucking evil, so anything is possible.

Cathal walks over to me, his hand up as people begin to clap. The men stand, giving me a standing ovation, yet all I can do is press my hand to my stomach as a wave of nausea begins to accompany the pain.

“Don’t puke, girlie,” Cathal says, raising his voice so I can hear him over the noise. “I’ll get you what you need.”

I want to tell him that I don’t want whatever he has planned, but I can’t push the words out. I haven’t spoken since he took me, and I don’t think I will be any time soon.

I’m his mute little dancer. I think it makes him feel powerful to know that he robbed me of my voice.

The only thing I want is alpha cock and knots right now. Wait…fuck. My body shudders visibly, and Cathal pulls me tightly against him. The feeling of a body against mine should be helping. However, with my sense of smell gone, I can’t get any relief.

“Isn’t she stunning?” Cathal yells out, his voice reaching the back of the ballroom.

His hand is on the back of my neck, a not so subtle reminder to continue to perform as he squeezes hard. Refusing to show that he’s hurting me, I force myself to smile, thinking that he’s going to escort me away. My chest is heaving from exertion andanxiety. My skin is crawling because nothing is right, and my mind is screaming for a nest I’ll never get.

The room continues to cheer, but it’s quickly deteriorating into growls. Cathal is playing a very dangerous game, one where I don’t know the rules as alphas and the betas with them palm their cocks. Cathal apparently invited people that he wants to build relationships with, and I swallow hard, hoping he’s not planning to pass me around the room.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to recover from that. These men will tear me apart.

Someone hands Cathal a microphone to force them to calm down, and though he doesn’t need it, he puts it up to his mouth to speak.

“Gentlemen,” he says calmly. His hand continues to squeeze my neck, and as my body tightens, my asshole does too, forcing slick to slide out of it to accommodate the plug. As uncomfortable as it is, I’m pretending it’s a knot to keep me from begging for one.

“It seems that my little dancer is having her first heat, which is why everyone in this room’s cock is rock hard.”

The men smirk and chuckle as they nod, their eyes on me, as if they’re waiting for Cathal to offer me to the crowd. My pulse has to be jumping under his thumb where he strokes it gently. There’s a commotion at the back of the room, which nudges Cathal to continue with his speech.

“I know I invited you all to talk business after the performance tonight, but I think we may need to table that for now. Instead…”

I’m distracted by the sight of a huge bed being carried in and the women wearing very little clothes, which is why I don’t notice that Cathal’s hands have moved to the material at my back. They pull hard, ripping the dress off my body, and I gasp as the air caresses my skin.

Dropping the ruined material, he grins at the room as he squeezes my breasts tightly. Whimpering, I strain for more contact, feeling as if I’m slowly losing my sanity. I will soon be a mewling, feral omega. I can’t control my emotions or needs.

Everything feels more intense.

The mic is turned off and shoved in his pocket, where it remains ignored and pressed against my ass as he commands the attention of the room.

“Let’s enjoy ourselves, drink, and watch my sons fuck the omega through her heat, shall we?” he asks.

My wide gaze flies from the crowd to his sons where they’re pulling off their shirts as the bed is placed to my left.

No fucking way.Everything is happening at a weird speed, both too fast and too slow as the room around me begins to blur. Can a panic attack feel like this? Oxygen feels as if it’s in short supply as I gasp for it, and Cathal’s sons are walking closer as they shed their clothes along the way.

My feet are frozen to the floor as if I’m growing roots right here. Running isn’t an option when so many want to watch this play out.

Cathal wraps his fist in my hair, turning my back to the room as he shoves me forward. My eyes are trained between my legs as he kicks them apart, with the heat of many different eyes locked on me. His fingers push open my lower lips to expose my pussy to the room, and I dig my fingers into his forearms as my eyes burn.

Now my vision is blurring for a different reason as tears slide down my face. I don’t care if I’ll be punished for it as I’m already getting the treatment of someone who doesn’t matter. My words, concerns, feelings…none of it is something that ever crosses Cathal’s mind.

He, and the sons that he raised, are animals. Nothing can ever change my mind about this. Kindness is a weapon and I’ll never forgive them for it.

Cathal’s thick fingers shove their way into my tight entrance so hard that I rock off my heels with a squeal. I can’t help it, it’s wordless and hoarse from vocal cords that have suffered from persistent disuse.

The only thing keeping me from toppling onto my face is his tight grip on my hair. Groaning, he listens to the sound of my slick as he pushes it in and out of my cunt.