Chapter 8 8
POV LOIS
I quickly looked around to understand how things worked in here. There were many tables, but I doubted they would be enough for everyone. It was a buffet-style setup, so I stood in yet another line and waited for a tray. Then I walked through all the stations, grabbing food and filling my tray with every strange thing I saw.
I was very hungry, but I also wanted to try new things—new flavors, odd dishes I may have seen before but never tasted.
This was my chance.
Especially because it was free!
But in the end… when I finally found a table and was about to try that creamy bread I had picked, three girls—or women, I wasn’t sure, they seemed young—stopped in front of my table and spoke to me.
“Excuse me, it looks like there are no other tables, and you… you have a lot of space at this one.”
Just from their tone, I already knew where this was going. I had taken a table for four because it was the only empty one left, but people were finishing their meals and switching tables constantly.
It wasn’t that hard to find a spot.
“You can sit,” I said, keeping my gaze down so I wouldn’t challenge them in any way. I couldn’t forget my place—never forgot my place.
“You want us to sit with you? Ha!”
Her friends burst out laughing—they didn’t like my suggestion.
“I’m telling you to stand up. I don’t care if you find another table or not. This one is ours now. Do you understand, or should I explain it another way?”
She threw my tray onto me, making everything spill all over me—even my delicious bread, the one I hadn’t even tasted yet but was sure would have been amazing.
Why did they have to be so savage?
“Move,” another one said.
I picked up everything that had fallen on me and placed it back onto the tray, then stood up, leaving the table to them.
My clothes were all stained now.
Like I said, this was nothing I wasn’t already used to.
I looked around for another table and sat at one that only seated two.
I let out a deep sigh, staring at the food on the tray and my dirty clothes.
I’d been through far worse—this was just stupidity. Nothing serious. Surrounded by these people, what else could I expect?
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POV EZEQUIEL
We also need to introduce myself.
I’m Ezequiel. The one in the back. ;)
We’d been watching Lois from a distance. Everything happened exactly the way we told her it would, and this was only the beginning. Most of the people who would mess with her would be first-years—the new ones, freshly arrived from their packs, hungry for adventure. It was impossible to stop them, to control their impulses, and Lois would be the target of all of them, without anyone stopping to think twice.
That group of girls were newbies: one Alpha and two Betas.
Why did she keep eating her food instead of getting another? Everything had fallen from the tray straight onto her clothes, yet she didn’t seem to care.
“Should we go with her?” Emmanuel asked, too restless to just watch.
Lois hadn’t even noticed us—her eyes were glued to that table, not paying attention to anything else. She probably thought she was invisible, or that if she didn’t make noise no one would see her. But in this room, everyone was aware of her presence. The lowest-ranking person here—smaller than an ant, less important than a fly. Yet all eyes went to her, the only Omega in the car who was eating like them and not serving them.
They definitely weren’t used to that.
A group of guys stood up and headed for her table. I shoved Emmanuel back when he tried to stand. They placed their trays on her table and walked away; then a man—maybe a third-year—approached with a drink and dumped it over her head, soaking the hair I had washed for her that morning.
How dare he?!
I stood up and marched toward them. I grabbed everything on the table and threw it in his face, then grabbed him by the chest and lifted my fist toward his jaw. Emmanuel grabbed him by the neck and slammed him onto the table, pinning him down.
“Apologize to her,” I said kindly. Very kindly.
“I—I won’t apologize to a filthy Omega,” he spat, literally spitting on her and staining her already dirty clothes with his disgusting saliva.
Oh, for the moon’s sake. You try to be polite, to be patient, to get along with everyone, and then this Omega walks into your life and ruins everything.
Because that’s how it had been ever since we walked into that room and found her hiding under her blanket.
Lois managed to shake us up.
We hadn’t even needed to see her—everyone on the train had smelled the Omega the moment she boarded, with that scent so striking and enchanting.
I left the guy to Emmanuel while I cleaned Lois off and helped her stand.
“Looks like you’re going to need another bath, don’t you think?” I murmured near her ear, noticing the heat rising in her cheeks. “Let’s get out of here. Seems like only trash hangs around this place.”
At the exit, Emma caught up with us.
“What? Another bath? We’ll have to wash her hair again,” he said, touching her damp strands while Lois lowered her gaze.
We wrapped our arms around her waist and headed toward our room.
It was bath time again.
For the first time ever, Emmanuel and I felt attracted to the same girl. We’d never shared the same tastes, never shared a woman before. Last night had been the first time— not the first threesome, but the first time with the same woman.
Everything flowed so naturally, as if the three of us had done this a hundred times. The way Lois accepted us, the way we matched her body, her needs, her innocent yet mischievous instincts…
Lois was attracted to both of us too, which was perfectly normal. It had happened many times before. But we had never both been attracted to the same girl. Our tastes never matched—until Lois. With her.
We knew how to share. Every inch of Lois’s body carried our mark; every sigh carried our names, and every orgasm she had—we were the cause.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Her friend was waiting for us by the door. What was she doing here?!
Did she finally remember Lois?!
“From now on, I’m taking charge.”
Our things were outside the room—she had dared to move our luggage—meaning the room swap was happening again.
She dragged Lois inside without letting us say a word or even say goodbye.
She took her.
“And the bath?!” Emma protested—the best part was coming, but not anymore.