Chapter 9 | No Matter What
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Elyria
Loud moans fill the air.
Harsh slaps of hands against asses.
Gagging and slurping sounds as men relentlessly piston their hips, shoving their d***s into the women’s mouths.
I’ve never felt so uncomfortable in my life.
I keep my eyes down, averting my gaze as I wait for Mr. Price to return.
I try not to cringe from my discomfort as another girl cries out, ‘harder’.
The men are loud with their dirty talk. The words disturb me, and I know I will never be able to scrub their vivid descriptions from my mind.
The one sound that bothers me most is the relentless sound of balls slapping against skin. It’s the one sound that doesn’t stop.
It’s like a ticking clock that starts to annoy you after a while; it just doesn’t stop.
The worst part is that it’s like having 10 clocks all ticking at once, but they aren’t in sync.
Mr. Price’s voice is clipped with annoyance when he calls my name, “Ms. Trainer.”
I look at him wide-eyed, trying to ignore the scenes surrounding him. I stand up as I hurry over to him, and he grabs my arm, his fingertips brutally pressing into my skin.
Did I do something to upset him?
Was he watching me?
Was I supposed to be watching and taking note of the things going on around me?
I can’t have him this angry with me so soon. I don’t want to face whatever horrid punishment he would like to dole out on me.
He leads me out of the room, and relief floods through me as I’m led down a hall and then to an office. The office looks normal, nothing suspicious, except that another well-dressed man leans against the desk.
The man has disheveled, curly black hair, as if he’s run his hand through it countless times. His light brown eyes have bags underneath them, and he doesn’t really look at me; he looks to Mr. Price.
I shift uncomfortably. These heels are horrid, the straps of the wings are too tight, and I don’t know my place here. What if this ends up worse than that red room?
Mr. Price huffs out of annoyance behind me and then says, “Elyria, this is Beta Evans of the Eclipse Pack. He has given me an… interesting idea, and he will be taking care of you from here on out.”
My eyebrows furrow in confusion. This must be a trick; Mr. Price is trying to make me mess up so he can punish me.
Beta Evans stands up and nods his head, giving me a small reassuring smile, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Trainer.”
Mr. Price’s voice is on edge as he states, “If he doesn’t like her, I want her back.”
Beta Evans rolls his eyes before meeting Mr. Price’s gaze, “I’m a man of my word, Leo, you know this. Stand down. It will assist the Alpha and our pack, especially if I’m right about the Twilight Pack.”
“Uh-huh,” Mr. Price responds, his voice agitated, “I need to get back to my girls.”
The moment the door closes behind Mr. Price, Beta Evans looks me up and down, taking in my revealing outfit, and then asks bluntly, “Are you still intact?”
I frown, “Excuse me?”
“I know the things that Leo does with the girls he purchases. It took me a moment to find you, so I have to be sure. Are you still a virgin, Ms. Trainer?”
He gives me a pointed look, but a small blush paints his cheeks, showing that this is as awkward for him as it is for me.
Heat flushes my face as I nod slowly and say, “Yes, Beta Evans.”
“Good,” He nods, satisfied with the answer, “I’m glad I was able to make it in time. Let’s find some more suitable clothes for you and head back to the packhouse.”
He stands up, clapping his hands and walking towards the door. He offers me a warm, welcoming smile, and I force a similar one in return. He beckons me, “Come on.”
I follow him out the door, and he brings me back to the original room I was in at the start of the day. But no one is around to cater to us. It’s like we don’t exist.
He finds a white dress; it’s sleek, with only one long sleeve, while the other side remains sleeveless. He looks to me and says, “I think it would look nice for you, yes?”
He’s actually asking for my opinion.
It’s nice.
No one has seemed to care about my thoughts today.
But why is he being nice to me? Is it to lull me into a false sense of security?
I say, “I think white could wash me out due to my hair.” I pause uncomfortably for a moment before pointing towards one of the ones next to him and saying, “That floral one might work a bit better.”
He passes me the one I pointed to and says, “Get dressed, I’ll see if I can find some shoes to match that aren’t death traps like what you’re currently wearing.”
I chuckle softly. He isn’t wrong. These heels are much taller than what I’m used to.
As I slip on the dress, he comes back to me with a pair of light brown leather flats and says, “These should be fine, assuming they’re the right size.”
I smile, “They fit perfectly.”
“Good, let’s get going. Alpha hates it when we take too long at these events.”
I follow him as he leads us outside. The sun is setting, and I breathe in the fresh air, grateful to be outside after such a long day. He opens the passenger door for me and then rushes to the driver's side. He glances at me and says, “Take off that collar.”
His lip is in a sneer, like the sight disgusts him. I’m all too happy to take it off, and he shakes his head, “I hate how Leo always demeans the girls he purchases.”
He takes a deep breath and puts the car in drive as he says, “You are different from the girls we saw at auction today.”
My eyebrows knit together. I don’t understand what sets me apart from the others. Beta Evans continues, “I’ve attended the auction for many years, Ms. Trainer. No one has caught my eye the way you did. I had to convince Leo, but you will be a gift for our Alpha. If you’re unable to keep his interest, then you’ll go back to Leo. But our Alpha is a refined and respectable man. He would be angry if you had a collar on like a mutt.”
I ask, “How am I supposed to keep him-” Beta Evans cuts me off, “It’s not my business what you do, Ms. Trainer. You have roughly a month; I can push it to three to give you more time. That depends on how aggravated Leo is by this whole exchange. But your fate is in your hands, Ms. Trainer. Do you understand?”
I sit back in my seat, sitting tall, trying to fake my confidence as I say, “I do.”
He continues, “Our Alpha is Atlas Bennett. Our pack is well known, and he has a certain standard to uphold. He will not be near a woman who appears loose. So, do your best to maintain high standards. And if you need anything, let me know. I can arrange clothing and such for you or find you someone else who can.”
“Thank you, Beta Evans, I appreciate the opportunity.”
Beta Evans gave me a lifeline. I don’t know why, but I know I will not waste it. Being with this Alpha must be ten times better than being stuck with Gamma Price.
I have to make this work. No matter what.
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