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Chapter 4

“He will reject me, please; there will be so many omegas that would want to sleep with you.” The words were clearer as I inched closer, I could smell her fear; she knew that no one was coming for her. I knew that feeling all too well.

“But I want you,” That boy crooned, “And I always get what I want," He growled.

I took a few more steps until I was around the corner facing the alcove where he had her.

“Now,” He carried on, his voice made me shudder, “Turn around and pull up your dress for a future Alpha, or will I have to do it for you.”

I took a few loud steps, and they both stared at me, the omega with tears streaming down her face. Young, I didn’t know her name actually, and the visiting Alpha’s son, whose name I never wanted to know, stared back at me.

The Alpha's son gave me a lazy grin but didn’t loosen his grip on the terrified girl.

“Oh, I was just going to my room. I didn’t mean to interrupt.” I looked away from them, ashamed of what I walked in on.

I took a risk and made to move a step away, “Wait.” I smiled internally, “Why don’t you join us for some fun?”

I looked behind my shoulder and bit my thumb, “The Alpha has strict rules about his omegas and respects the mate bond here. I wouldn’t break them if I were you.” I said with shaken confidence.

“And you? What rules does he have for you?” He smiled but released his grip on the shaking omega.

I shook my head, “I don’t know.” My shoulders sagged, and he studied me before finally releasing his prey.

He took a few steps toward me, and I flinched.

“I will have my fun tonight.” He took my chin in his fingers and gripped it, I fought it for a second before relaxing into his grip, I couldn’t have a bruise; that was the last thing I needed to show up tomorrow.

I swallowed perceptibly, he leaned closer to my face, and I flinched. He paused for a second which felt like hours, before I felt his tongue against the side of my cheek. I recoiled, but he held my chin in place as he licked the side of my face. Every part of me turned inwards at his possessive, demeaning touch.

I was blatantly reminded that the touching ban only applied to his sons. I was actually shocked into silence for the first time in a while.

“I’ll be seeing you later.” He said with such confidence, my eyes drifted to my room above us, “A door won't keep me out, and you, you are nothing.” He shrugged, watching my gaze.

“Wh-where are you staying?” I forced out.

“Does it matter?” He sauntered away, his hands in his pockets, and once he turned the corner I sagged into the cool stone wall.

I turned to look for the omega, but she was long gone. Good. I hoped she had enough sense to warm the others, and every other girl in this place stayed out of the way for the next few hours.

Fuck this. My careful plans were thrown out the window.

I took a breath and stood straight before taking a detour to a place I knew would be deserted and unguarded this time of night. The head omega’s office in the new wing. I had to check something.

I took my time undressing, waiting until Alice came in. She helped me brush out my hair after I got in my nightgown.

As soon as she left, I let out a breath I was holding the entire time. I threw back the rug and grabbed what I stashed from the compartment.

This was supposed to be for later, I didn’t want to waste one of my chances yet, but I had to.

Once most of the omegas passed to their quarters, I locked my door and changed, braiding my hair as tight as possible to keep it out of my face, hoping it was tight enough that no strands would be left behind.

I waited a bit longer just to be sure everyone was in their rooms before propping open my window that lead to a small balcony that was more of a ledge. I never understood ornamental balconies, ones that were more for show than for use, but it worked for my purpose.

I gripped the stone walls and settled myself into a forgotten place I used to go to when I trained. Focusing on instincts, on survival above all else. Part of me still remembered it, even if it was a ghost of the place I used to be able to reach during trainings.

I landed on the soft grass looking back to my window that barely looked cracked, not like it mattered much; I had committed to this now.

I took my position between two hedges in the garden, a focal point I mapped out months before. It was well hidden but had an uninterrupted view of most of the packhouse and the entirety of the glass addition.

The garden was never monitored and was rarely ever guarded. They kept their warriors further out to focus on potential outside threats. My lips curled into a smile at the thought.

I waited until the lights went off one by one in the other's rooms. I clenched my fingers and moved my legs to keep my blood flowing. The adrenaline pumping through me kept me warm against the biting cold.

A light flicked back on, and I shifted from foot to foot, ready to move as soon as I saw movement in the hall window.

There were too many windows there, and at night with the lights on, everything was visible to those outside. They had to know, had to know the vulnerable position it would put them in. But they thought there were no threats that could get to them, no one that could get close to the packhouse without them knowing, without their permission.

They were lulled into a complacency that I was happy to shake them from.

I squinted to confirm that the flash of movement I saw was the person I was looking for. I scanned the short distance between where I stood at the side door that would lead me to the chosen spot.

Satisfied with the quiet blanketed around me; I rushed to the door and listened before opening it and slipping in right where the old and new packhouse met. I turned toward the old packhouse where I knew an alcove was waiting for me, and I let myself sink into the shadows watching the spot where he would come.

My heart beat through my ears, and I focused on the steady beating to help calm me and ground me to this place. I knew what I had to do, my body knew the movements; I couldn't overthink it.

Footsteps sounded on the carpeted stairs as he sauntered down, not bothering to be quiet. A man that knew that he was untouchable, a man that would take what he wanted because he thought it was owed to him.

I let him walk a few steps closer before slipping out and blocking his way. He stepped back, surprised for a second, before giving me a smirk that told me he thought he got me right where he wanted me.

“Looking for me?” I took a step forward, and before he could open his mouth, I was in front of him. Two quick simultaneous movements, a slice to the windpipe and jugular, and he was crumpled beneath me, his blood pooling out on the white carpet.

He let out one last gush of air, and that smirk was wiped off his face. Never again would he give that smirk to a woman.

I looked down at my blood-splattered hands. Fuck.

I should have snuck up once he passed me, but I wanted him to know it was me. I wanted to see his face when I did it. Possibly a grave error on my part but not one I could dwell on.

I tucked the knives I stole from the kitchen and sharped this afternoon back into their makeshift sheaths on my belt.

I debated returning them to the kitchen now, I wanted no evidence left, but I couldn’t risk running into anyone like this. I ensured there was no blood on the bottom of my shoes as I slipped away back through where I came from.

The short distance back to my room looked like miles now. My heart was erratic as I stuck to the side of the house. Almost there, almost to where I could start scaling the wall back to my room.

A muffled scream. Shit. Someone already found him?

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