Omega (Alpha & Omega #1)

{Chapter Five}

My eyes slid open and I knew two things right from the get go - I was naked and I was tied up. My arms were high above my head with expert knots of red fabric around my wrists. My legs were spread apart and tied in much the same fashion, but to the bottom of the bed.

Sweat glistened off my body and the room still smelled of my heat, even though I knew it had passed. The bed underneath me was soaked with my sweat and...something else.

I grasped the fabric in my hands and looked around the ornate, overly expansive room. Dark gray walls, black bed sheets and duvet, two windows overlooking what, I wasn't sure. There was a large dresser to my left, right beside the shut and locked oak door.

My eyebrows drew together.

Locked?

I pulled on the fabric, trying to rid myself of the ties, but they didn't give. The large four poster bed held me in place quite well, and probably had throughout the night.

I looked at the closed white curtains. There was no light.

Or had I been out through the day?

There was a knock at the door. "Miss. Rose?"

The female voice was familiar.

"What," I croaked, cringing at the sound of my hoarse voice.

Shit, it was worse than I thought it was.

"May I come in and unbind you?"

"Is it just you?" I didn't want anyone - particularly the brothers - seeing me in such a position. Even if they had put me that way, I didn't want them seeing me sweaty and musty and...

Why did I give a shit?

"Yes, ma'am."

I curled my lip. No omega should call another omega "ma'am". It was weird. I wasn't above her in any way.

I told her to come in and she unlocked the door, slipping in on quiet feet. She smiled at me.

She was the same girl from when I arrived who called me "special". Short, slightly plump, with big doe eyes and more freckles than anyone had time to count, she was kind of adorable.

She untied me quickly, rubbing the slightly reddened areas on my skin beneath. Once she was done, she helped me stand on legs no better at holding me up than jelly would be, and walked me to the bathroom attached to the room.

She sat me down on the toilet and stepped up to the porcelain clawfoot tub in the center of the pristine white bathroom. As she ran the water, I watched her. A smile played on her lips that wasn't common on omegas, like she was genuinely happy to be working.

She plugged the tub up, put some salts and bubbles in, and turned to me.

"Miss. Rose," she clasped her hands in front of her, "since this is your first-"

"Phoenix," I croaked.

She blinked.

"Call me Phoenix," I clarified.

"Phoenix." She nodded. "Since this is your first heat, you'll probably find it difficult to move. I can wash you, if you'd like."

Now it was my turn to blink. I could tell that my body was next to useless, but I wasn't sure how I felt about someone washing me. Once again, that was something an omega did for an alpha or a beta, not someone of their own rank.

I shook my head slowly, and she relented with a kind smile. She helped me up and into the tub, but left me to soak in the steaming, lavender scented, water.