Free Web NovelChapter 23: Baby Maker
Trishelle
The sound of a slap echoed in the sterile kitchen, sharp and cruel. "This is not what I asked for, Trash. I told you I wanted coffee with lactose-free milk, not soy." freewёbnoνel.com
The teen, a pimply-faced seventeen-year-old named Mark, glared down at her. Before Trishelle could react, he poured the warm beverage over her head. The liquid was lukewarm, a small mercy she clung to as it dripped from her hair and ran down her face.
"Clean up this mess and get me another," he sneered, turning to leave. He spun back on his heel. "You know what, never mind. Make me an iced coffee instead." He finally sauntered out, leaving her kneeling on the floor.
Trishelle wiped her face with the sleeve of her already ruined blouse and pushed herself up from the cold tiles. She walked to the utility closet, her movements mechanical, and gathered the cleaning supplies. Just another mess to clean up. Sniffing back the hot tears, she wondered what had happened in the last ten days to turn her life into a living nightmare. It wasn’t just a reversion to her old life; it was worse, a deeper, more cutting hell.
It had started the morning she woke up in the Alpha’s bed. Her body ached with a deep, unfamiliar soreness. When Alpha James walked out of the shower, naked and unashamed, she’d squeezed her eyes shut, her face burning with shame.
"Now is not the time to be shy, my love," he’d chuckled, his voice smooth as silk. "I’ve already seen everything, and we’ve done a whole lot more as well."
Trishelle had whipped her head around, her heart hammering against her ribs. "What," she swallowed, the lump of fear in her throat feeling like a stone, "what do you mean ’we’ve done a lot’?" She began to tremble. No, no, no, she begged in her mind. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be.
James had frowned at her reaction. "We had sex, of course," he’d said, as if discussing the weather. "It couldn’t be helped since your heat came on. I was kind enough to soothe you. The fact that we enjoyed ourselves just shows we have good chemistry." He’d gotten up from the bed, padding to his closet to get dressed. "I know it will be very helpful in our attempts to have pups. I know you’re still young, so I’ll use protection, at least for the next year."
Trishelle couldn’t believe what she was hearing. After the word "sex," his voice had become a dull, distant buzz. She gripped the sheet so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her whole body shook as big, fat tears rolled down her cheeks. The strange, burning discomfort between her legs was all the proof she needed. It was true. Her virginity was gone, and she couldn’t remember a single moment of it. She hadn’t given her consent. How could she, when her mother, Rosie, had always insisted she wait for her mate, the one person who would bring her ultimate joy?
A huge, gaping hole opened in her chest. With a sob that sounded like a wounded animal, Trishelle bowed her head to her knees. The painful cry that wracked her body was a sound of pure grief. She had lost something she could never get back.
James had rushed to her side, but his concerned hands were smacked away before they could touch her. She glared at him, her eyes burning with a hatred so pure and fierce that, for a split second, both James and his wolf felt a sting of hurt.
"Don’t touch me," she’d hissed. "DON’T YOU DARE TOUCH ME, YOU RAPIST!" she screamed. If his room wasn’t soundproofed, the entire pack would have heard her.
A few seconds of stunned silence passed before James laughed. It was a cold, chilling sound. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. "How dare you disrespect your Alpha. I should have your head for this. But," his eyes raked over her body, "because your pussy is much to my liking, I will spare your life for the moment. Now, be the good slut that you are and apologize, and I will forgive your rude behavior."
Trishelle spat directly in his face. "I would rather die than forgive someone who took what was not freely given."
She didn’t realize the sheet had fallen away, leaving her heaving breasts exposed. James took in the sight of the naked, defiant wildcat before him. His ego was bruised, and all he wanted in that moment was to make her regret every word.
"Well, my dear, that’s not true, since everything in this pack is already mine," he snarled. "Everyone already knows I popped your cherry. Now, you are nothing more than a lowly omega, free for sampling. Since you don’t wish to submit to me, I guess it means you want to be taken, again and again, by anyone who wants a turn, hmm? And what kind of Alpha would I be if I didn’t think about my pack members’ wishes?"
With that, he dragged her to the door by her hair and threw her, naked and sobbing, into the hallway. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com
A few omegas were hovering nearby, having felt their Alpha’s fury ripple through the mind link. They had come to see what was wrong. Witnessing the same omega who had been carried like a sleeping princess in the Alpha’s arms just a day before being so cruelly treated made their ears twitch with morbid curiosity.
"You," James pointed at one of the older female omegas. "Take this ’Trash’ to her room and help her get cleaned up. I wish to have breakfast, and she is already late. She should know how to get back to her duties, no matter how much nighttime fun she has, even if it was with me." With one last look of disgust, he went back into his room, slamming the door so hard the pictures on the wall rattled.
Trishelle had slowly made her way back to her room, her body aching, her soul shattered. She got ready on autopilot and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. When she served the Alpha at his table, the news had already spread like wildfire through the mind link. James complained about everything, sending her back to make an entirely new meal, only to take three bites and leave. His public display of contempt that day made her status in the pack take a nosedive straight to the lowest circle of hell. From that day on, even the children and teens spoke to her and treated her just like the nickname they’d always given her: ’Trash.’
Wiping the last of the spilled coffee from the floor, Trishelle stood up. The only good thing was that a few days ago, Alpha James had to leave on pack business, and he’d taken the Gamma with him. At least she was spared from his glares and comments for a little while. But she’d noticed the way the other males looked at her now, their eyes hungry and bold. They tried to get her alone, but she was always so buried under extra duties, a punishment from the other she-wolves, that there was always a reason to escape.
But what would happen when the Alpha returned? What if they asked him for permission to ’sample’ the goods? The thought of him laughing, of him granting them permission to use her over and over again, made her shudder. Maybe it would be best if she just disappeared. After all, who would want her now?
