Guarding Omega

10

The marble floor's coldness penetrated Ivory's body when she finally gained consciousness. The staccatos of heels echoed all around in the distance, accompanied by laboured breaths.

With constant and uncontrollable shivers flowing through her body, Ivory slowly folded her arms bringing her palms close to her sides. Doing such an easy move as to lift was a hell of a task for her. Her arms started to shake, unable to hold her upper body weight.

It took a couple of tries until she managed to get into a sitting position. Her head was feeling heavy on her shoulders and her mind was foggy. Dazed by her surroundings, she looked around to spot the place where the breaths were heard. A bunch of girls were scattered around the small room she was in.

They looked different though, with slightly pointed ears and glistening purple eyes. Their faces were flawless. They all seemed like they came out of a slumber, making slow movements and looking around like lost.

Ivory noticed their minuscule clothes and she immediately drifted away from them to take a look at herself. A gasp leaves her mouth when she sees that she's wearing something similar.

Her usual worn-out dress and underwear were gone and replaced by a dark pair of bra and panties that barely covered her private parts, as well as a short nightgown with so thin fabric that covered almost nothing. Her feet were bare as the rest of them.

Fear started taking charge of every cell in her body.

What was happening? Who did this to me?

Sure, the person responsible doesn't have the best of intentions for this. Her mind on the spot went to Drake and the blood turned cold in her veins. No one of the pack would touch her, for that she was sure. She was repulsive to them.

However, Drake – even though was refrained by the Alpha's orders – he was the only one that expressed his sickening desire for her. The look in his eyes the last time she saw him was clear of what was happening inside his head.

She knew the reason for this. It was his father's prohibition. If things were different, Drake would have just taken her once and then thrown her like the rest of them. Ivory was nothing special, and definitely no compare with the rest of the females of the pack.

The loud noise of a door opening brings Ivory back to reality as she turns to face the person who just entered. Her eyes grow wide.

Two bulky tall forms are standing on the door frame, their faces poorly visible in the faint light in the room. She hears shifting from behind. The girls are afraid as well.

With long strides, the two men cover the distance between them and the girls. They pick up two – grabbing them by the shoulders and lifting them up, forcing them to walk out of the room and into the unknown that is waiting for them.

This kept going for about an hour. Every time, these men were coming, taking two girls and going out. When Ivory was left alone in the room she felt suffocating as the realization that she was next settled in her mind.

Curling into a ball – with her knees folded close to her chest and her arms around them – was not helping with the cold. And now, she was feeling she was turning into ice.

Her heart momentarily stopped in her chest when the door opened once more. The men stride in and standing to her sides, they pick her up like she's a weightless piece of trash. Their grip is strong and painful. Definitely will leave some bruises on her skin.

When she was out of the room, another man came close, holding a black cloth. He placed it on her back and tied the two strings attached to it around her neck. The cloth fell like a cape on her back, reaching down to her bare feet.