Skye

“Wha- I don’t understand. Conner told me to stay in his room.” 

In the month and a half since Ryan had left, Jefferson had started making small changes that he said were by Conner’s order. Some of them made sense, but others were a little strange. He wouldn’t let me in the nursery anymore, he said Conner didn’t want me doing too much work in my condition, but I didn’t understand why they wanted me to switch rooms.

Jefferson had me backed into a corner as he leered at me. “That was before he found the other omegas.”

I blinked, shock radiating through my body. “Th-the other omegas?” I felt the baby kick and dropped my hand to my stomach. “I didn’t know.”

Jefferson laughed, a cruel, condescending sound and I cringed. “Of course you wouldn’t know. Alpha Conner has only one use for you and once that baby comes, he’s handing you over to me. They’ll use the others to grow the pack and you will be mine. It really is too bad you’re already pregnant.” I shrunk away as he ran his finger down my neck. “I think you’ll look pretty with a nice bite right here.”

I bit back a whimper. “N-no! H-he wouldn’t do that. C-conner and Tonio said they love me. They said I’m their third. Th-they wouldn’t give me to someone else.”

Jefferson gripped my throat and slammed me against the wall. “You’d better believe it. As soon as the baby comes, you will be mine.” His foul breath fanned my face and I cringed away. His hand flexed around my throat and my hands gripped his wrist as I gasped for air. 

He chuckled. “Let’s go.” He smirked. “I’ll show you to your new room.”

He switched the grip on my throat for a grip on my arm. I stumbled along with him, knowing his grip would leave the type of bruises I hadn’t worried about in months.

“W-wait! Can I talk to them? Please?” I pleaded, trying to twist out of his grip. 

He ignored me and continued dragging me through the house. I was confused when he dragged me through the kitchen to the laundry room, then lifted the trap door to the cellar. 

“What are you doing?”

His smile was evil. “This is where you are moving.”

I looked between him and the now empty room. “B-but this isn’t even an actual room. Why am I being moved here? There are so many others.”

“This was Conner’s order. Don’t worry, we gave you a cot and blanket.” 

I curled in on myself as he pushed me down the stairs into the cellar. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“ENOUGH!” 

I stumbled back as Jefferson flew down the stairs, fist raised. 

“W-wait! I’m sorry! Don’t hit me, please.” I raised one hand over my head and wrapped the other arm around my stomach.

I’d forgotten the amount of pain that one fist could carry.

“You need to be reminded of your place, omega!” He roared. He kept advancing on me until my back once again hit a wall. “I should take my belt to you.” His hand was once again wrapped around my throat and I whimpered. “Don’t worry, you’ll learn very fast. I’ll make sure of it.” His hand stroked down my cheek and he swiped his thumb under my eye. I inhaled shakily, watching him carefully for any other attacks.

“I-I’m sorry!” I whispered harshly. Terror filled my brain and I felt myself reverting back to who I was before Conner and Antonio. “Please, I’ll be good.”

“No, I think I’ll give you your first lesson.” The jangle of his belt buckle had me scrambling to get him off of me.

“P-please, don’t do this.” I rasped out around his slowly closing grip on my windpipe. 

“I think I’m going to enjoy this.”

He tore my shirt and folded his belt in half before spinning me to face the wall.

I screamed out as the buckle cut into the skin of my back.

***

“Jefferson? C-could I please call Conner and Tonio today?” 

It had been four miserably long weeks since Jefferson had moved me to the cellar. I was covered from head to toe in bruises and cuts from his lessons. It was just his excuse to beat me over and over again. 

Jefferson took a deep breath and pursed his lips. I bit back a whimper and stumbled back when he stood. 

“What did I tell you about talking about them so disrespectfully?” He rolled up his sleeves as he advanced on me. “I talked with Alpha Conner yesterday. They have no desire to speak with you. They do not care about you beyond the baby. It’s still alive, so they are happy.”

I bit back the tears as his words finally seemed to settle in my brain and heart. They didn’t want me. They wanted the baby, not me. I was still processing and didn’t see Jefferson’s fist until it was too late. My head snapped back into the wall and I tasted blood as my lip split for the seventh time in the last week and a half. He gripped my throat and squeezed.

“You can stop screaming for them now. They won’t save you.”

Darkness clouded at the corner of my eyes as I gasped for air around his hand. I felt my desire to fight back abandon me and I found myself going back to that happy place in my mind.