WELCOME TO THE COMPOUND
I woke up choking on my own heartbeat.
The air was wrong: sterile, cold, laced with antiseptic and something darker, fertility hormones pumped through the vents. My wrists were cuffed to a padded medical bed, legs in stirrups, thighs spread wide. A thin hospital gown barely covered me. Between my legs, a dull ache and a warm trickle told me Damian’s last load was still leaking out.
I screamed. Or tried to. My throat was raw, drugged hoarse.
A soft laugh answered from the shadows.
“Easy, sweetheart. You’ll hurt yourself.”
Councilman Hayes stepped into the circle of light, white coat replacing his usual suit, stethoscope around his neck like he belonged here. Behind him, glass walls. Beyond the glass, rows of identical beds, dozens of omegas strapped down, some
