Chapter 11 11
POV LOIS
After my registration, they put a wristband on me that identified me as part of Viviana’s service. Since I didn’t have to wear a uniform—thankfully—that was another way for them to tell who I was.
Either way, I had no intention of leaving this place. Ever.
We arrived at the student dorm complex, and I organized all of Viviana’s things inside the huge room we had. It was like a house—actually, much bigger than my parents’ house. I even had my own room, and it was fairly spacious.
At least there was something good in all of this.
A few girls had knocked earlier to introduce themselves, and they invited Viviana to a party—one she asked me to accompany her to, but I refused. Going to a party on the first day we arrived? No way. Not now, not later. It scared me that Viviana didn’t understand my situation here. She forgot my place. No matter how much she wanted to include me, I didn’t belong among them.
That would only bring danger… especially once Viviana found someone she liked and left me behind. I already knew she was capable of doing that; how could I trust going anywhere with her if she would forget I existed the moment someone interesting appeared?
“Are you sure, Lois? It could be fun,” she tried to persuade me.
She wasn’t going to succeed—not this time.
“Go, have fun. I’m sure you’ll meet people you’ll be spending time with from now on.”
And she did.
After that party, things began to change around here—in a matter of days.
I had to open my eyes, stay quiet, and say nothing.
The problem was that Vivi was turning into someone else entirely.
Our conversations became more and more scarce; the visits increased; the boys who came and went from her room… while I became nothing but a member of the service, hidden away in a bedroom, sheltered from the outside world.
I was Viviana’s Omega servant—that’s what her guests called me—a small attraction she liked to show off to those who visited her home.
Some nights I cried silently when Viviana stayed out, barely sleeping because if she wasn’t here, I was terrified—terrified someone might come in.
Our space kept shrinking because she never stopped buying things. My closet became hers, and she used my areas too. My room was filled with her stuff, to the point that it looked like it belonged to her. My things were shoved into a corner, with nowhere to go… just like me.
I needed sunlight, needed to stretch my legs, run a little… or talk to someone. I didn’t want to call my parents—they would notice the distress in my voice, and I didn’t want to worry them.
I had to endure it.
Only a week and a half had passed since we arrived here.
But it was enough for Viviana to realize that being the daughter of an Alpha didn’t make her special, not here. Here, everyone—or almost everyone—came from good families, powerful packs, big cities, or strong reputations. Only the best were here—the wealthiest, the most popular—so she was becoming just another face in the crowd. And that caused huge changes in her personality. Viviana needed to stand out, and if she didn’t… something always went wrong.
Strangely, she wasn’t getting what she wanted. Viviana always got what she wanted, and now it wasn’t happening. I could see her becoming frustrated, irritated.
I heard the glass fall in the kitchen and ran there immediately, grabbing the dustpan and the broom. I managed to clean everything before she could, only then noticing she was with a girl. I’d seen her a few times—quiet, barely spoke. I didn’t know her name, but she always smelled like lavender.
“Viviana says you know Emmanuel,” she said to me. The mention of that name made my skin prickle, pulling every memory of that night back to me—my first time with Emmanuel. “Tell me things about him.”
Tell her things about him?
“I only saw him once,” I whispered, glancing at Viviana, who urged me to tell the girl something about Emmanuel.
What was I supposed to say? That he touched the front of me? That his kisses felt like fire or that his hands were always restless? Should I tell her he seemed rough but was actually the gentlest of the two? That he danced with his body pressed against my backside all night? That he played with my left breast? Should I tell her about that subtle change in his voice that differentiated him from his brother—the sensual tone that made my body shiver? Or even now, how remembering him made me nervous?
No—they certainly didn’t want to hear about how a simple Omega lost her virginity and her shame with two Alphas.
“Come on, Lois. Say something. Are you okay? You’ve gone pale.”
“I’m sorry.”
The memories felt good—too good—but they also made me miss them. I hadn’t seen them again, and I probably never would. Not trapped inside these four walls, afraid to go out. They had surely forgotten me already. Someone else had probably taken my place between them. “Our interaction was very brief. I couldn’t even tell them apart.”
I tried to lie convincingly.
“I wouldn’t be able to tell you which one was Emmanuel.”
I gathered the mess and threw it away, then slipped back to my room.
I had no intention of giving that girl any details.