Alpha Biker Daddies & Their Omega Breeder

"You’re a pretty virgin and you could make a lot from that. Else why would you work on the pole, pretty girl? Think about the money. After all, you’re a hole waiting to be filled, sweet thing. Might as well get paid for it.” His hand was already sliding between my legs under the table, his rotting whiskey breath hot against my face, five hundred silver for my virginity falling out of his mouth like he was doing me a favor. I drove my father’s knife into the side of his neck. He made a small choking sound. You little b***h. He fell off the table onto the floor of the private room where I was supposed to be dancing for him. My shirt was sticky with his blood, my hand slick where I had gripped the handle. He wasn’t breathing anymore. He was dead. Fuck. I needed to get out. I pulled the knife free and his body slid down with a thud. I wiped the blade on my jeans and slipped into the room’s private toilet to clean what I could off my skin in seconds. I pushed through the back exit but I didn’t run, to avoid attention. I closed the door behind me and braced my hands on my knees and tried to steady my breathing. After a moment I stuffed Dad’s knife back into my pocket, scanned for security, and bolted. I ran until my lungs burned. He was one of the club’s biggest customers and I had just killed him like he was nothing. I kept running until I reached home, checking over my shoulder the whole way, fumbling with the door because my hand was still wet. My shirt was ruined but my cunt was still intact, and that was the only victory that mattered to me. My twin sister Ella looked up from the kitchen table and froze at the blood. It took her a few seconds to figure out it wasn’t mine. “Whose?” she asked, abandoning what she was doing and rushing closer. “One of the Elders. The one that always looks at every girl like he wants to tear her apart.” The words tasted like bile. “At the Spur. He tried to buy me like meat on a hook.” Ella grabbed my shoulders, eyes darting past me to check the street. “Did he…” “No,” I cut her off, holding up the knife. “I stabbed him.” “Oh my god, Wren. Tell me you didn’t stab Elder Celdric.” Her eyes went wide and a wicked smirk spread across her face. “He’s been running his mouth about omegas being weak little breeding holes since we were teenagers. And the big bad wolf got dropped by one omega girl with a pocket knife?” “He was balls deep in his own arousal, thinking he could shove his filthy d**k wherever he wanted.” I said with a low voice. “Serves the sick f**k right. I just hope I don’t get caught because of one perverted Pack Elder who couldn’t keep his c**k in his pants.” I wondered, for the hundredth time, if the woman who raised us to do this filthy work was really our mother or just a monster who had adopted us to ruin us. Mira walked in two seconds later like I had summoned her. “What did you do this time, Wren?” Oh s**t, not again. She strolled toward us and didn’t bother to check if I was hurt. Her eyes locked on the blood on my clothes. “You hope you don’t get caught? Are you stupid? The Southside belongs to Alpha Cain and the Riders MC is his too. He will tear apart heaven and earth to find whoever killed one of his Elders.” She stepped closer. “Why didn’t you just scream for help when he tried to touch you?” she asked, calm as anything. “Did he even touch you? Or did he simply offer money. Money that could have helped this family instead of your pathetic little pride.” “I’ve had enough, Mother,” I said, voice shaking. “Isn’t it enough that you w***e out your own daughters? Sending us to the clubs to strip and spread our legs so you can keep living comfortable? I don’t regret killing him. I’d rather die fighting than get on my knees for a man I don’t want.” She raised her hand up and slapped me hard. The sting hurt and I tightened my fists at my sides while Ella took a fearful step back. Mother raised her hand again and Ella lunged forward and grabbed her wrist before she could swing. I touched my stinging cheek and stared at her with pure hatred for everything she had ever put us through. “By the way,” Mother said, finally letting go of Ella’s arm. I didn’t like the sound of that. “Even if you think you can run from this life, there’s a better option. Cain the Alpha is looking for breeders with virgin blood. Time to put those tight cunts to use and stop dreaming about true love like some naive little fool.” She smirked. “Thirty thousand silver. I’m not missing that chance.” “I’m not doing it,” I said. The tears came before I could stop them. Before I could process everything, Mother moved like lightning. She grabbed Ella, yanked her close, and pressed a knife to her throat until a thin line of blood trickled down my sister’s neck. “Ella!” I shouted. “Mother, no. How can you do this to your own daughters?” Ella struggled, gasping. “Please, Wren. Help me. Help me.” Tears streamed down her face, hands scrabbling at Mother’s arm. “It’s simple,” Mother said calmly, pressing the blade deeper. “You go where I send you. You bring me back what I tell you to bring. Your sister stays here while you do it. Any wrong move and I cut her open.” “Fine,” I said, and my voice broke. “I’ll do it.” “Good girl.” A sick smirk spread across her face. “The Riders MC will send people to negotiate your cunt price. There are three alphas at the top in that biker association. You either f**k them well enough to get me what I need or you die there. So be careful.” She shoved Ella backward and my sister hit the floor hard. Ella looked up at me from the floor. She wasn’t crying. The line of blood at her throat was thinner than it should have been for the pressure I had just seen. Ella wiped her neck with the back of her hand and the smear came off too clean. A fist hit the front door three times. Ella was already standing up. Pack guards stepped inside before anyone moved to open the door, like they had been waiting on the porch the whole time. “The Alpha and the three rulers of the Riders MC request that we take the breeder now.” “She’s right in front of you,” Mother said, pointing at me. Before I could get my hand to my pocket a rough palm clamped over my mouth and my wrists were yanked behind my back and tied. The knife clattered onto the kitchen tiles. Dad’s knife. Ella picked it up. She brushed herself off and laughed with Mother. They had planned this. Ella wanted to stay home. They had pivoted to me at the last second because I was unpresented and my medical file said omega. Fuck. I mumbled through the cloth used to cover my mouth, thrashing to be set free, but the ropes used to tie me only tied harder. The guards counted thirty thousand silver into Mother’s hand. She folded the notes into her bra without looking at me once. “Take her away.” I was dragged out and thrown into the boot of a car like garbage. My mother had used my own sister to bait me. My sister had let her. They sold my virginity to three ruthless Alpha bikers I knew nothing about, only the bloody stories told about them. With tears burning down my face and pure rage in my chest, I made a silent vow into the dark. I would f*****g get back at them. I would use the same men they wanted to break me with. And I would make every last one of them regret this night.