Alpha Lost

Enticement

Extricating herself from the caring arms of the Omegas, Selah excused herself to the powder room at the rear of the house. She took strength from her friends, but she needed a minute to breathe from the cloying fear and sadness that now filled the previously happy group.

Taking several deep breaths and washing her hands, Selah stepped out into the narrow hallway, but before she could turn to head back to the living room, a light that shouldn't be there caught her eye. Cautiously approaching the back door, Selah knelt down by one of the narrow windows that bracketed the door. On the outside of the glass pane, a cell phone had been taped to the window. The display was lit up, and an unknown number was calling.

Making a quick decision, Selah furtively opened the back door and released the device from the window. It stopped ringing before she had finished retrieving it, but by the time she had shut and locked the door once more and brought it in the house, it started vibrating in her hand.

Again, the unknown number.

Selah answered the call and pressed the phone to her ear.

"Finally, little Omega. I thought I was going to have to start sending pieces of your friend to get your attention. Good thing you finally picked up. I hear artists use their hands a lot," a low raspy voice came out of the phone without bothering with the niceties.

Of course, why would a serial killer need to bother with saying hello?

A serial killer who had her friend.

"Don't you hurt her!" Selah whispered. She kept her voice low as she turned and sank onto a built-in bench in an alcove next to the back door. Set back from the hallway, she'd be practically invisible to anyone glancing her way.

"Now, now, Omega," Christoph responded to her with a playfully reprimanding tone, but Selah could feel the malice behind it, "It's not your place to tell me what to do. That's the problem with Omegas these days. You've all forgotten where your true place is. By the way, I have the phone tracking turn on. If you move from your current spot, I'll assume that you're notifying your little pussy whipped Alpha. If you go tattling, they'll be finding little pieces of your friend for the next month. I know that thinking really isn't an Omega trait, but Ashlyn here really hopes you make the smart choice."

A muffled scream coming from the phone while Christoph chuckled made Selah halt in her tracks. She had been rising to stand to alert the security team, but she realized that she'd already made a grave error. She should have contacted the Alphas guarding the house instead of answering the phone. They could have tracked the call to find out where Christoph was hiding, but now it was too late.

"What do you want?"

"What do I want? I want a return to a simpler time. I want an Omega who knows that her place is kneeling at my feet or ass up on my bed waiting for my knot," his dark sing-song chuckle filled Selah with ice in her veins. She could hear the madness in his voice.

"For now though, I'll settle for you."

Silence abruptly came from the device until Selah could hear another weak cry from Ashlynn.

"Christoph! Christoph!" Selah called out frantically. If he was talking to her, he wasn't hurting Ash.

Heavy breathing came back on the phone before his menacing voice came back on.

"Oh, she's a pretty one," he whispered so softly that Selah had to strain to hear him. His voice was pitched like one might use while breathing sweet words into a lover's ears, but what he was saying was the stuff of nightmares, "I bet her Alpha bitch loves licking this sweet slick from between these thighs."