Free Web NovelChapter 5: 5-Let My Pussy Lips Talk
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I thought that when I met her again, I would be in power.
I would look her in the eye and remind her of what she had done. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com
But here I was.
Not like that.
Standing with my head down, tears building in my eyes.
The truth was, I was still just a 21-year-old among these powerful people.
Still shy.
Still everything I had been before, even if my exterior had hardened.
Even if I had buried the desires in my heart.
"Your Highness, that’s not the truth. I came here because this has been my dream project—" I began.
Ragnar slammed a file onto the table, cutting me off.
I fell silent.
Gigi picked it up and walked toward me, each step making my heart pound.
She stopped in front of me and slammed the file into my face.
I staggered back, gripping it for a second before it slipped from my hand and hit the floor.
"You’re fired," Gigi said with a smirk on her lips.
Oh, how badly I wanted to wipe that smirk off her lips.
My head snapped toward Ragnar, but he offered no help.
My gaze shifted to Jaguar, who quickly looked away.
Theodore did the same, his expression filled with displeasure at what I had hidden.
"Your Highness, I won’t beg you to let me keep this job," I began. "But you’re firing an employee over accusations that can’t even be proven." I drew in a breath.
"Does anyone here have a problem with her being fired?" Ragnar asked as he ignored my words.
My head snapped up.
I looked at Jaguar and Theodore with hope in my eyes.
Jaguar didn’t even meet my gaze as he shook his head, while Theodore held my eyes and clicked his tongue.
Of course they wanted me gone.
They knew what they had done to my brother, so now they were cautious.
"Now get the fuck out of here, you pathetic omega," Gigi hissed, moving behind Ragnar’s chair.
She rested a hand on his shoulder, claiming her authority.
At that moment, I got so fired up I wanted to steal Ragnar from her.
I wanted him naked, begging me to let him fuck me while she begged him to stop.
I was ready.
I moved to my table in the corner of Ragnar’s office and grabbed my belongings.
There wasn’t much, but I took it all and walked out without a word.
Everyone watched as I left.
Nobody liked me anyway.
I didn’t know why, but they all felt threatened.
The women hated me, and the men always ogled.
Two years, and I had lost weight but not skinny.
I exercised, looked my best, curves in all the right places.
I had done all this for revenge, only for it to end in just one month.
It shattered my confidence. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
I had moved to this island a month ago, where the Alpha King brothers had started their project a year earlier.
It was a new place, with new packs forming.
That was their vision.
I had joined to get closer to them.
But I ended up in the most run-down part of the rogue community near the headquarters.
The people here were bitter. The omegas hated everything about their lives, and everyone else.
"What a slut!"
It was always the same family across from my place who commented such things.
We lived in old apartment blocks packed too close together, with only a narrow street between them.
Beyond that, another road led to more of the same, filled with omegas like me.
The same woman was waiting outside.
She always caused trouble, calling me names and picking on others.
"Oh, look at you, coming back with your stuff. Seems like you got kicked out of your office," she said bitterly, making me grip the box tighter in my hands.
I avoided interacting with her.
She always taunted others’ daughters while her own was allowed to do whatever the fuck she wanted.
I went inside and quickly got dressed for my second job.
It kept me occupied, kept me from thinking about my brother and slipping into depression.
Now that my cover was blown and my plan for revenge had crumbled, I needed something to take my mind off it.
My head throbbed.
I couldn’t believe this had happened.
How could I lose so soon? I’m such a disappointment.
After changing into a blue dress, I slipped into my usual trench coat, tightening it around me before heading to my job as the night café host.
I kept my head down as I walked, fighting the urge to cry.
The night was getting colder.
I reached the café a little early and quickly changed into my white and red uniform.
It had started raining, so there wouldn’t be many customers.
Only the drunken, dangerous ones.
As much as I loved the rain, I hated what came with it.
"Show me your ass and I’ll tip you 100," the annoying customer said, making the others laugh.
I drew in a breath and kept serving them.
The group of five only showed up when it rained, and they were always the worst with the waitresses.
Tonight, I ended up under their claws.
"Oh, come on, say something with those pretty lips," one of them said, sniffing at my chest as I leaned down to place his burger in front of him.
I pulled back instantly to avoid his touch.
"If these lips don’t speak, let the other ones do their magic," he said, then shoved his hand up my skirt, his touch pressing between my legs.
It happened so fast I couldn’t react.
I yelped and stepped back, but he caught my arm and dragged me in again.
"Let me go," I warned, twisting my wrist to break free.
"Nah. You’re our meal for the night," he laughed as his friend grabbed my other wrist.
Within seconds, they yanked me forward and slammed my face against the table.
Pain shot from my cheek through my body, anger flooding my veins.
The other waitresses ran for the kitchen to save themselves, while the rest of the customers pretended not to see.
I knew what was coming the moment their friend stood and started unbuckling his belt.
"Hey, be quick. Then it’s our turn," the one holding my left hand said to the man now positioned behind me.
"Fucking don’t even think about it," I warned, jaw clenched.
Just as I braced for him to lift my skirt, the pressure on my arms suddenly faded.
I pulled away the moment I got the chance and saw what had saved me.
Alpha King Jaguar stood tall, squared up, one hand gripping the man on my left by the neck, the other holding the one on my right by his hair.
