For a brief moment Arya didn’t know how to react to such a question. “Why are you asking me such a question?” She finally decided to ask back.Mehan was fidgeting with her fingers looking down on the table before she looked Arya in the eyes.“I ‘m not sure whether I should tell you this or not. I owe your husband my freedom, but I think I owe you even more. I owe you my life so I think you should know that.”The serious expression of Megan made Arya feel uneasy. Her stomach suddenly tightened, the first indication of stress.“What do you mean Megan?” “ The man that brought you the documents before we left, he works for your husband right?” “Yes.” Ary felt some cold tentacles crawling up her spine. “When I was working at the brothel I met him. He was into Carla, a Beta with curly brown hair. Once he brought three other men with him, they were celebrating something. All four of them were drinking and having fun talking about their business. From what they were talking I assumed they
“A question?” Silas crossed his arms. His stern look reminded Arya about their first meeting. Yet she was no longer a slave, now she was his wife and she was with a child. What is more she wasn’t the one who did something wrong, she wasn’t hiding anything. She suddenly felt she had an upper hand in the following discussion. “Yes my dear husband.” Arya sat down on Silas’ chair. ”Have you ordered your men to demolish my workshop?” There was a short flash in his eyes. He was shocked but not surprised. Arya suddenly deep inside already knew the answer. “Who told you such nonsense? Was that the Omega you met today?” He stepped inside the study and closed the door behind him. “Have you ordered it? Yes or no?” Arya asked again. “Will you believe me when I answer you? You seem to already know the answer.” He was standing in the middle of the room with his hands in his pockets. True Master of this place. “I need the truth Silas. Be it un ugly truth but still the truth.” Arya decided not
Arya was sitting at the piano and playing while her parents, younger brother and her baby sister were sitting on a sofa in the sitting room. The room was filled with light and fine music tunes. On the table there were fresh flowers, white roses, her step mother loved so much. The window was slightly open and a breeze from the garden made the curtains flutter a little. Arya was smiling as the music came to an end the spectators clapped their hands and praised her. Father even got up and patted her hair. “My child is so talented, I bet you will be a dominant Alpha.” Aria woke up, she could still hear her father’s voice in her ears. She had that dream again. It was one of the last memories she had from time before the Institution. The time when she still had a family and a home. When she slept in a clean bed and ate fresh food three times a day. She sighted, she wasn’t dumb she knew there was no point in thinking about that. Arya stood up and it was still dark outside but in a moment M
It was past six and Arya, warmed by a bowl of hot soup, went out. The street was still busy with people going back home. Arya liked watching people, sometimes on Sundays when they had a free time almost all day long she was sitting on a bench and watching people, imagining the stories they carry with them. A busy office worker is hurrying back home to his wife and son. A young Alpha thinking about his first crush. An older Beta with a gentle smile looking at the children playing in the park, maybe thinking about her own grandchildren. Today however Arya was in a rush, it was cold and she had only that dress on. She was going to visit Cora. She always visited her on Wednesdays.Cora lived in a basement flat where through the window you could see people’s legs walking on the street. The flat Cora was renting was small and had this weird smell of something wet and stuffy. There were few things there like a bed, table and two chairs. There also was a kitchenette to make a simple dish or b
She could hear Mr Kane’s voice. He was talking to some client. Mr Kane was a rich man, he earned a lot thanks to making business with both the rich and the poor by selling shady drugs to anyone who could afford it. Mr Kane was a man in his fifties with gray hair and piercing brown eyes. He was an Alpha and he had a weak spot for Omegas, male or female unimportant, as long as they were young. The younger the better. Arya was still pretty young, it was her second time here.The client left and Mr Kane went back to the corridor she was standing in. Now she had to keep her mind focused on Cora as nothing else mattered.Mr Kane looked at her from head to toes.“You’ve been here once, I never forget faces.”“I was sir, a year ago.” She replied with her eyes on the floor.Mr Kane lifted her chin and looked into her eyes. Arya had green eyes and black long straight hair. She had full lips and rosy cheeks from running. She was a beautiful Omega and had the potential to become even prettier whe
Sundays were the best. It was the best time of the week and Arya’s chance to escape the sad reality. Arya loved sitting in the park and looking at people passing by. She was looking at them and imagining who they were and what they did. She sometimes watched children playing with their parents and for a brief moment she was a part of that family: an older sister, a cousin, a niece …It was a warm Sunday afternoon, the sun was shining and there were a lot of people walking around. Many of them were eating ice cream. Arya was craving one, she didn’t have any money and her chances for an ice cream were equal to nothing but still she wanted one. She must have been looking very pitiful sitting on a bench and looking at the ice seller and all those people buying ice because an older gentleman accompanied by a smiling lady gave her an ice cream.“Is this for me?”“Yes it is my child, enjoy it.” The older woman said warmly.Arya stood up took the ice cream and bobbed.“Thank you sir, thank y
Time passed by and Arya slowly felt the pressure, she knew she will be seventeen soon enough. Mr Xavier recently allowed her to practice the piano four times a week, she even received a book with some new pieces of music to learn. So she did. Firstly she was wondering why he did that, but then it hit her. She will be sold soon and he wanted to make a profit with her. A well educated Omega playing the piano will go for a better price. That’s it. Arya had a plan B for her future, if she was sold to a brothel or some fucked up couple she would escape, she had some money hidden in a safe place. Not much but enough to last for a month or so. It’s always something for a beginning. Then she would find a job. It will be hard but it was always a possibility giving Arya the feeling of having a bit of control over her life. She still had time. One month to be precise.Her heat came later than expected. Arya hated that feeling when she wasn’t able to control anything. When she was becoming a mess
She knew that corridor, she walked it many times but the room behind that door was still a mystery. It was afternoon and the light illuminated the spacious room creating a cozy atmosphere. The walls were covered with elegant wallpaper; there were three large sofas and three more armchairs. Next to the window was a little table with some fresh flowers inside. Arya noticed that in a flash but what was more important she saw seven men sitting there. Personally she knew only one, Mr Kane who was smiling a little. The remaining six were total strangers. They were all Alphas she could sense a mixture of different pheromones floating in the air. The man sitting closest to her was pretty young. He had that dominant expression on his face, short brown hair and amber eyes. He was wearing fancy clothes and probably was looking for an Omega as a side lover to enjoy in his free time. Next one was older. He had dark hair and his eyes were almost black he looked strict, sitting stiffly on the sofa l