Chapter 9

Hope

When I was fifteen I had my wisdom teeth out. I was already scared of the dentist so sitting in the waiting room and waiting for my name to be called filled me with so much fear that my hands shook. My parents had held them and told me in hushed voices that everything was going to be alright.

I had the same feeling in my chest now, and so did every other woman here if their faces were anything to go by. All three of us. I recognised their faces from the disastrous party but I didn’t know what had happened to the others.

My hands shook and unlike back when I was a teenager there were no loving family members to help me self regulate.

“I heard that Daskia was taken.” The girl to my left whispered to the other woman sitting next to her. “I mean did you see what they did to her there and then-“

The guard by the door, his navy blue uniform threadbare but spotlessly clean snapped his head up. His eyes narrowed under his peaked cap.

“No.” I wasn’t part of their conversation but I wanted to know what they were talking about. I had been in this time for at least two years now but there was still so much I didn’t understand and the book was no help at all. The history part was really interesting, but I had barely skimmed it because I had been too busy looking at the parts documenting Classification.

Alpha

Beta

Omega.

Alphas were always the strongest in nature and I was pretty sure that was the same here. Or maybe in this society it just meant rich. The men in the party, the alphas, had been disgustingly so.

It was just the other classifications I wasn’t quite sure of. What made an Omega different to a beta? And why the hell were humans labelling themselves like animals.

So many questions, and not one person to ask them to.

“You wouldn’t.” Her eyes darted to me and her look wasn’t friendly. “Alpha Lincoln took you out before the party really got started. His favourite little pet already.” She sneered. “It’s first come first serve with them and you were chosen by someone else. If the vamp had been busy with you then Daskia might still be alive.”

The blood drained from my face. “She’s dead?” I whispered. What the hell had happened at that party after I left.

“Of course she’s dead, what do you think happens-“

“No more talking.” The guard lifted a hand threateningly and the woman next to me shrank back.

I didn’t really want to talk anyway. One of us was dead already and now I was sat in what passed as a medical waiting room and I had no idea why I was here.

The check , they called it but no one would tell me what I was being checked for.

For all I knew we were going to be harvested for our organs.

“Omega prospect Hope.” A woman appeared in the doorway. Her hair was a similar colour to mine but one glance at it and I knew it was dyed somehow and now natural. There was nothing natural about her at all. She was a huge woman. Well over six foot and built like a rugby player. Not even the white coat she had placed over her blue uniform could hide the face that she was a giant of a woman.

“I’m Hope.” Standing up I shuffled forward with my hand out. She glared at me. “I mean I am Omega prospect Hope. You must be doctor-“ I trailed off as her lips thinned.

I blew out a breath. Fine , no small talk. Got it.

Pushing me into a small room that was bare apart from one metal trolley that looked like the type used in morgues, a light on a tripod and a wheeled bench covered in a rag.

“Strip off and lay on the bed.” Miss giantess said gruffly. “Be quick about it.” She smashed her hands together and I almost jumped out of my skin.

Just like a Pap smear I told myself as she went to the end of the trolley and waited impatiently for me. Only it wasn’t like any smear I had ever had before I’d never had to strip off for one of those.

Still it was best to do what she asked because I honestly thought she might hit me if I didn’t. And anyway how bad could it be.

The metal was cold against my ass and back as I settled back uncomfortably. I kept one arm across my breast and the other -

“Knees up and spread.”

“At least buy me dinner first geez.” I muttered under my breath and her eyes flashed. The slap came out of no where. Rocking my head to the metal. My cheek stung and stars danced before my eyes.

Boy she was strong.

“I can see you are going to be trouble for me.” She leant over me, her face only inches from mine. Her spittle hitting me in the mouth. “Put your hands to your sides and spread those whore omega legs.”

I bristled. I didn’t care who she was , or how importantly she thought she was. I wasn’t going to be talked to like that.

“Brutus.” She called out and the door opened to reveal the blue clad guard. His eyes raked over my naked body hungrily. “Hold her legs for me.”

“No.” A thick hand closed around my throat and slammed my head back.

“Yes. And if you don’t behave I’ll bring others in and they won’t just be holding you. Now stay still.” Each word was punctuated by a low thunk as she slammed my head back over and over again.

“My pleasure.” He chuckled.

I flopped backwards, my head swimming as he reached over me and spread my knees wide.

Shame filled me, shame and pain but mostly shame.

Something cold touched me, it felt like metal. I tensed as it was pushed against my opening.

“Ow.” I thrashed on the bed , as pain ripped through me. “Stop that it hurts.”

A hand moved to press down between my breasts , holding me down cruelly.

“Her notes say she isn’t pure.” Over and over again the thing was pushed against me and I doubled my efforts. I didn’t know what kind of punk ass facility this was but they weren’t sticking anything in me.

“But it won’t -“ the woman behind me twisted her hand cruelly and I screamed.

The pain of rough metal tore into the most tender of my flesh.

“Fuck she’s going to tear-“ she spat on me and I could feel the glob of it sliding down between my lips.

Fuck my life she was trying to use her own saliva as lube.

“If they find out you have damaged her then they will-“

“I know you fucking imbecile.” She ground out. “Don’t you think I know but -“ from between my legs she grinned up at me. Catching my eyes like a snake would catch the eyes of a mouse before it twisted it in its coils.

I hated her but I hated that smile even more.

“Maybe you can get her ready for me?”

I paled as the man glanced at me. His hand moved from the centre of my chest to my breast and squeezed. That I could handle but it was where his other hand was thrust that made even more panic rise like bile in my throat.

“Please no.” I begged as he began to rub at me. “Please stop. I don’t want-“

“What the hell is going on here? Why is that beta touching a companion?” A voice boomed.