Semua Bab The Alphas Who Owned Her: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The smell hit them first.Not the smell of death, though that was there too, underneath everything else. But the smell of fear. Sharp and acrid, hanging in the air like smoke, clinging to the crowd gathered in the town square.Gwen felt her mother’s hand tighten around hers."It’s going to be okay," Beatrice whispered, but her voice shook. "He’s coming home. That’s what matters. He’s coming home."Gwen didn’t answer.Because she could see the wooden cart at the center of the square, surrounded by pack guards and onlookers, and she could see what was on it.Body bags.Multiple body bags.Small ones."No," Beatrice breathed beside her.They pushed through the crowd together. People moved aside when they saw them coming, the Beta’s wife and daughter, still afforded that much respect at least. Still treated like they mattered.For now.Alpha Duncan stood beside the cart. Tall, broad-shouldered, his face carved from stone. He looked up when they stopped in front of him, and something moved

Gwen had three days to pack up her entire life.Three days to sort through twenty-two years of memories and decide what was worth keeping and what the pack would claim as "Beta property" the moment she walked out the door.Three days before the locks changed and everything left behind became theirs.She started with her mother’s things.The bedroom her parents had shared for over two decades looked exactly the way it had the morning her father left for the treaty meeting. The bed was made with military precision.....her father’s habit. Her mother’s reading glasses sat on the nightstand beside a half-finished book. A framed photo of their wedding day hung on the wall, both of them young and smiling and completely unaware of how the story would end.Gwen picked up the photo and stared at it.Her father looked so alive in it. Strong and proud in his Beta ceremonial clothes, his arm around Beatrice’s waist, his smile genuine and warm. Her mother looked radiant....dark hair swept up, white

Two Months LaterGwen’s hands were bleeding again.She looked down at her palms....raw and blistered from hauling garbage bags without gloves because the pack didn’t provide them to omegas....and felt nothing.She’d stopped feeling things around week three.It was easier that way."Move faster, omega," Hector’s voice barked from across the collection yard. "We’ve got six more buildings to clear before noon."She didn’t respond. Just grabbed the next bag and hauled it toward the truck.The bag split halfway there.Rotten food and god-knew-what-else spilled across the ground at her feet, the smell hitting her like a physical blow. She gagged, pressed the back of her hand against her mouth, and tried not to vomit.Behind her, someone laughed.She didn’t turn around to see who it was. Didn’t matter. Could have been any of the pack members who found entertainment in watching the traitor’s daughter clean up their garbage.She grabbed a shovel and started cleaning up the mess.This was her l

Gwen stood outside Alpha Duncan’s office at seven fifty-five AM and tried to stop her hands from shaking.It didn’t work.She’d barely slept. Had woken up at five, gone through the motions of washing her face in the communal bathroom, changed into the only clean clothes she had left....a simple grey shirt and black pants that had seen better days. Her hair was pulled back in a braid. Her raw hands were wrapped in strips of cloth she’d torn from an old shirt because she couldn’t afford bandages.She looked exactly like what she was.Omega. Broke. Desperate.The door to Duncan’s office was solid oak with the pack crest carved into it....a wolf’s head surrounded by pine trees, the symbol of Greywatch. She’d been through this door a hundred times growing up. Her father had worked closely with the Alpha. She’d spent countless afternoons sitting in the waiting area doing homework while her father finished meetings.That felt like a lifetime ago.Now she stood here as a summoned omega, not a

She got back to her room and sat on the mattress and stared at the wall.She should pack, she thought distantly. She should figure out what to bring. Should prepare somehow.But she couldn’t move.She just sat there and tried to imagine what the next month of her life would look like.And came up with nothing except terror.At some point, hours later, there was a knock on her door.She opened it to find Petra standing there.....the omega woman who’d warned her on her first day."I heard," Petra said without preamble. "The whole complex is talking about it. You got summoned to Duncan’s office this morning and now they’re saying the Fenwicks requested you specifically."Gwen said nothing.Petra stepped inside uninvited and closed the door behind her. "Is it true?""Yes.""And you agreed?""I didn’t have a choice.""Everyone has a choice," Petra said sharply. Then her expression softened slightly. "Shit. I’m sorry. That was.....I know you didn’t have a real choice. Not with the pack on t