Loud mouth

Sophia's POV

The man I assumed was a guard was very rough with his pushing. I'd been stuck in a dark room. Now he was pulling me like a ragged doll until he tossed me in front of a few people. The room was large with blue and red lights, a few disco lights and loud music that threatened to make my ears bleed.

"Stand upright." He ordered, forcing me to straighten my back. I pulled on the hem of my dress, feeling even more exposed than before. 

There was a man particularly in front of me, sitting with his back recoiling into the couch. He had both legs spread with an intimidating aura about him, I dared not look at him. He was certainly somehow of the same kind as Jordan, the sadistic alpha that had brought me here. He asked me to make him money. Was that what this was about?

I couldn't bring myself to look at him, no matter how I wanted to, if that was the case. That was supposedly disrespectful to the rich stakes, I knew that from experience. The last time I tried to square my shoulders and look some bastard in the eye, I saw my life flash in front of me. Alpha Jordan had been so mad at me for causing him a loss that I was punished by starving for a week. Never again, I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.

The bustling room gradually fell quiet although the music still played. I felt the heat from my vein course through my entire body. I hated that I had to be the object of their fantasies, whatever the hell it was for these ones. 

I wanted to curse and say something, but I couldn't get the words to come out. I would rather stay silent when I knew I didn't stand a chance against their wrath. I just stood there instead, shifting and shifting to the point where I was certain that everybody could notice my discomfort.

The man in front of me suddenly sat up, crossing one leg over the other. He looked around then turned back to look at me. "Lift your head up."

His order was curt and as almost as powerful as an alpha's command. Perhaps he was like Jordan, I couldn't be mistaken.

"Raise your head."

His voice was louder this time and I felt his stare boring holes through my skin. Slowly, I finally looked up at the man who had been talking in the near silent room.

Compared to Jordan, I could tell that this man was a giant. His black suit stood out even in the dim light, hugging his arms resting on his knees in the most perfect fashion. A light colored shirt peeked through, but without a necktie on its collar. His angular face seemed to have been sculpted by some skilled sculptor who was fantastic with a scalpel. Eyes, nose, lips, every single feature stood out. His dark eyes were willow shaped, sharply staring back at me. They bore no emotion, no story nor the slightest inkling as to why I was standing in front of him. All I knew was that they weren't simply staring, they were studying too.

One corner of his lips however was raised as if he was smirking, although it was clear it wasn't the most pleasant. He finally ran a hand through his dark hair. I assumed it was black because of the distorted lighting. If I was in a better situation that now, perhaps I would have gaped at him for a full hour without blinking. 

No, handsome didn't make the cut. 

This man in front me was beautiful.

A loud hiss fell from his lips and I looked away. I saw him recoil again, pinching his nose bridge in irritation.

"This? This is what you call a gift, Jordan?" He turned to the auburn haired man sitting beside him with a small smirk gracing his lips. Oh how I wanted to wipe that disgusting smirk from his lips.

"My gift is this weak looking thing? This fucking omega? Jordan, you really need to step up your game." He hissed out, drawing a sip from the glass. Did he just call me a thing? I take back everything I said. He wasn't beautiful. He was rotten to the core.

"She does cost quite a lot." Jordan chuckled back, shifting his attention to me and back. "Trust me."

"I don't want an omega like her, I'm going to have to reject your gift. This feels insulting, Jordan, you know that?" He ran a hand through his hair again, giving me a stink eye. "I didn't even expect my gift to be a girl, let alone this scrawny looking thing. If you wanted to give me a girl, why couldn't it be some curvy damsel that would be excellent in my bed? This one isn't even pretty to begin with."

The whole room erupted in laughter, even the man who'd just insulted me was laughing. Alpha Jordan on the other hand simply glared at me.

"Man, don't tell me you actually paid money for this thing! Weren't there others at your auction?!" One of the men around, who looked like he could use some good beating spoke up while laughing. Alpha Jordan returned a wry chuckle.

"I wish I did see. Today's auction wasn't the best, there weren't any good girls around and this one was the cheapest." He said dryly, and the man in front of me sat up to look at me again.

Every ounce of attraction I'd seen at first had faded into a dark cloud of smoke. He was not only a foul mouthed bastard like his friends, he was the bloody son of the devil.

"What the fuck are you staring at?" He rumbled lowly, letting out a small smirk. "You think you're some hotshot? You cheapskate?"

"Oh I'm really sorry." I spat back with venom in my voice. I didn't care what would happen after now, this bastard had to be put in his place. I felt anger continue to rise in my throat as he cocked a surprised brow at me. I wasn't sure he could hear me though.

"I'm sorry your friend had to find a lowlife like me who doesn't meet your awfully expensive taste in slaves. Should I be returned since I'm not worth any of your money?" I continued, watching the entire room close in on my muttering.

I couldn't even gratify the satisfaction I felt when his face fell and contorted into one that showed that I had bruised his disgusting ego. 

So he did hear me.

But I knew I was in trouble when Alpha Jordan jumped from his chair with a deadly expression. 

Oh fuck.