#Episode 3

(Rylee's POV)

I woke up the next morning and found myself lying on a white bed. I hastily sat up as I tried to remember what had happened the previous night. I was moping, and then Elizabeth called me. She asked me if I had found out about Nash's betrayal - he had gotten engaged to our Beta's daughter.

Tears welled up in my eyes as the memories came flooding back. But when I looked around the room, I wondered what I was doing here.

As I wanted to get out of the bed, I felt a sharp pain between my legs and got scared that someone had used me in my broken state.

"Oh no! Who used me?" I cried, as I had no memories of the man I had slept with last night.

I searched the room for my phone to see where it was. It was on the dresser, and I quickly reached to pick it up, but I saw that it was placed on top of a white note.

"Thanks for last night. And here's a check of 10 million as your compensation for the wonderful sex," the note read.

"Damn it. Who is this person? How can I not remember anything about him?" I was enraged that I had lost my virginity to a total stranger and had no recollection of him.

He must be a rich escort, or how else did he write this check? Is this check real or fake? I asked myself as I took a second look at the 10 million check.

"Well, I'll have to go to the pack's bank to find out," I said to myself as I took the check and placed it into my skirt pocket.

I saw that my shirt had been ruined with a few buttons missing, and I decided to get another shirt since I was working at this pack's hotel.

I placed a call to Elizabeth to apologize for the previous day's events, as I knew it wasn't her fault. She had a mate, while I didn't. I was never jealous of her, but my brokenness had made me hurt Elizabeth's feelings.

"Hello, Elizabeth," I immediately answered her call. "I'm sorry about what happened last night."

"It's okay, Rylee. You don't have to beg me. Where are you?" Elizabeth asked, knowing I didn't return to my home.

"I'm at somewhere special. I mean, it seems like I got hooked up last night, but I can't remember who it was," I told Elizabeth over the phone, rubbing my temples.

"Oh my! How can you lose yourself like that? This is serious. Anyway, I'm coming over to pick you up. Can you forward the hotel address to me? Or is it the pack's hotel? Did you have the money to pay for the night you spent, or did the person already pay for it?"

I gazed at the check in my hand and thought against telling Elizabeth. What if it's fake?

"I don't know, but I still have some money left. I'm not that broke," I told her, recalling how I had foolishly supported Nash out of my love for him.

"It's okay, Rylee. I'll be at the pack's hotel soon. Wait for me," Elizabeth said, then hung up the call. I sighed and got out of the bed.

I moved over to the mirror to look at myself and saw that I had scratch marks all over my body.

I tried to think deeply about the man I had met at the club. Who was he? Did he use any protection on me?

"Oh no! I need to get a contraceptive pill. What if he's some rogue or who?" My head ached as I tried to recall who it was that I had slept with.

I looked at my neck, recalling the person had the audacity to mark me.

I massaged the sore wound on my neck. "Why can't I remember him?"

Sighing, I went into the bathroom to bathe. As I got out, I remembered that I didn't have any top to wear, as the man had torn my shirt and bra.

"Hey, Elizabeth. Can you stop by a store and help me get a shirt and bra? Or can you lend me yours?" I asked my friend, as it was Saturday morning.

"Alright. I'm almost leaving the house now. I'll get you a top and bra. Wait a minute, what happened to yours? Did someone steal them?"

"No. They're ruined and torn to shreds."

"Oh my goodness!" Elizabeth gasped and said, "I'll get it for you. Hold up."

The call disconnected, and I waited for my best friend to arrive.

A knock on the hotel room door startled me, and I moved over to the door to find out who it was.

I wrapped a towel around my chest, as there were free towels in the bathroom of this hotel.

As I pulled the door open, I was shocked to see two young women who looked like maids, and they held several hangers with a collection of dresses, pants, and bras.

"Hello, how can I help you both?" I asked them, and they looked at me in surprise but shook their heads.

"Are you the woman who spent the night in this room last night?" The first lady asked me. She was a little older than me and didn't seem happy to be here serving me.

"Yes, I am the one. What's the problem?" I asked them, and the second lady's phone rang.

"Excuse me. Hello, boss. It's the poor Omega in the room you asked us to deliver those dresses to."

"Shut up, you idiot, and do your job. Unless you want Beta Fabian to kill you!" Their boss yelled at the second woman, and she begged, "Forgive me, boss. We'll do just that."

"Then get to it and ensure she picks something nice to wear." The call ended, and the second lady bit her lower lip and looked at me with her yellow eyes.

"Well, we don't know what's going on, but our boss insisted that we deliver all these dresses to you to pick any that you like and wear. Since you're the woman who spent the night in this room," the second lady said forcibly, not seeming happy to serve me.

"Can we come in and keep the dresses? You don't have to keep us waiting," the first lady said, and I welcomed them into the hotel room.

"Wait, this is a VIP suite. How the fụck did I get here last night, and who sent these dresses? I hope it's not Beta Fabian that spent the night with me. I'm going to kill him!" I growled, glaring at the two women.

They laughed and went to place the dresses on the bed.

"You should count yourself lucky if a handsome man like Beta Fabian had the guts to spend his night with you, a lowly Omega," the first lady barked at me, and I glared at her.

"If you insult me, I'm going to report you, and you'll lose your job," I threatened them, and they rolled their eyes at me.

"Whatever. Our boss asked us to deliver all these to you, so we're out of here." The two ladies walked away, as they were delta wolves and didn't seem happy to serve me.

It was mostly the Omegas who were required to work as servants in this pack.

I shook my head and wondered, "Who sent all these?"