CHAPTER FOUR; MY OMEGA MATE?

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~EVERLY. A week had passed since Madam Selene had taken me in. I'd thought the worst was behind me. Foolishly, I'd allowed myself to hope that under her protection, I'd find some semblance of safety. But the reality of the auction house was far crueler than I imagined. Here, safety was a relative term. Sure, her orders protected me from the worst of the abuse, but safety didn't mean peace. The other omegas in the house looked at me with nothing but contempt and jealousy, whispering behind my back about the "special treatment" I had received. Their glares burned, but their words stung even more. They didn't know I didn't feel special at all. The masters made sure of that. To them, I was just an object, something to be controlled and sold when the time was right. Every interaction was a reminder of my place—at the very bottom. Today, like every other day, I kept my head down and focused on my tasks. The less attention I drew to myself, the better. I was sent to the lounge to serve drinks—a routine job, but one that always made my skin crawl. The room was faintly lit, with two men lounging in plush chairs, their laughter ringing cruelly. As soon as I entered, their eyes were on me, and I felt the familiar prickle of unease creep up my spine. "Over here," one of them called, sneering as he looked at me. "Bring those drinks, omega." His yellow teeth gleamed in the low light, and his greasy hair clung to his forehead. The younger man beside him was better dressed, with slicked-back black hair and a smirk that spoke of arrogance. They both looked like men who thought they were entitled to whatever they wanted. I approached cautiously, the tray steady in my hands, though my heart was pounding. I set the drinks down on the table, hoping to retreat quickly, but the man with greasy hair reached out and grabbed my wrist. "Not so fast," he said, his grin wide and menacing. I froze, my body stiffening as his fingers tightened around my wrist. "Let me go," I said quietly, trying to pull my arm free, but he didn't budge. The younger man laughed, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he watched. "You've got some fire in you, don't you?" he said, leaning closer. His breath was hot and sour against my skin, and my stomach twisted in revulsion. Without thinking, I yanked my arm back, but the sudden movement caused the tray to tip. Red wine spilled across the table and splashed onto the man's lap. For a moment, there was silence. Then he stood abruptly. "You little—" "What's going on here?" A cold voice broke through the tension, and I turned to see Master Donovan standing in the doorway, his sharp eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. "She spilled wine on me!" the man barked, gesturing at his stained clothes. Master Donovan's gaze snapped to me, and I felt my blood run cold. Without a word, he grabbed my arm and yanked me out of the room, dragging me down the hallway. His grip was bruising, and no matter how I struggled, I couldn't break free. When we were far enough from the lounge, he shoved me against the wall. "You're useless," he spat furiously. "Do you think you're special because Madam Selene took you in? You're not. You're nothing but an omega, a tool for profit. If you think you can embarrass us like that and get away with it, you're sorely mistaken." I bit my lip, keeping my head down as shame and anger warred within me. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. Behind him, I could hear soft laughter. I glanced up to see a group of omegas watching from the shadows, their faces twisted with amusement. Master Donovan's voice snapped me back. "You'll behave yourself today," he barked. "Do you even know who's here?" I shook my head, too afraid to speak. "Alpha Rhys," he said, his eyes narrowing. "And the Alpha of the Nightshade Pack. They're here to meet with Madam Selene. If you embarrass us again, there will be consequences." My chest tightened at the mention of Rhys. Just hearing his name made me want to disappear. I hadn't seen him since that night—when he was mated to Evelyn. And the Nightshade Alpha—Alpha John. Everyone knew his name. He was a legend, a man whose power and ruthlessness were whispered about in every pack. Whatever they were meeting about, it couldn't be good. I promised myself I would stay out of sight. Whatever it took, I wouldn't let Rhys see me. The rest of the day passed in a blur. I stayed in the kitchen, busying myself with menial tasks, my mind racing with what little I knew about the alphas' visit. By evening, I thought I had succeeded in avoiding them. But just as I was beginning to relax, Master Donovan appeared, shoving a tray of drinks into my hands. "You're needed in Madam Selene's office," he said curtly. Panic flared in my chest. "I can't—" "Go," he snapped, his tone leaving no room for argument. The tray trembled in my hands as I made my way to her office. Every step felt heavier than the last, dread pooling in my stomach like lead. The door creaked open, and I stepped inside. The room was grand, lit by the soft glow of a chandelier. Madam Selene sat behind her desk, her posture poised and regal. Two men sat across from her, their presence filling the space with an air of authority that made my skin crawl. I kept my gaze on the floor as I approached, carefully balancing the tray. But then, something stopped me in my tracks. A scent. It was rich and intoxicating, unlike anything I had ever smelled before. It wrapped around me, overwhelming my senses and making my head spin. I blinked, struggling to clear the fog that seemed to cloud my thoughts. "Madam Selene," a deep voice rang out, unmistakably Rhys, "Let's not waste time." I barely registered his words, too distracted by the scent. My eyes darted around the room, searching for its source, but my legs felt unsteady beneath me. As I moved closer to the desk, my foot caught on something—a mug left carelessly on the floor. The tray slipped from my hands, and before I could catch myself, I stumbled forward. I crashed into something—or rather, someone. The drinks spilled everywhere as I fell against a broad, solid chest. My breath hitched as I looked up, and the air left my lungs in a rush. Piercing blue eyes stared down at me, cold and furious. His jaw was tight, his expression thunderous. Eva's voice erupted in my head, loud and desperate. Mate. Mate.
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