Chapter 8: In a brothel

Iris's POV

I have no idea, what fucking happen to me, the last thing, I remember was Damien's voice calling out to me, the sound of his voice was what echoed through my ear.

"Where am I?" I quizzed, no one in particular as I jumped off my sleep but the door opened revealing the face of a man.

'Good thing, you are awake, you should be strong, because we don't need weak people for this job."

"What kind of job?"

"You should know, I guess those Omegas in Alpha Damien's castle must have told you."

"But I don't want to." My voice came out softly.

"Oh, I understand, but you have nothing to worry about, alpha David will treat you well, he loves pretty things."

I am not a thing. I wanted to burst out, but the man kept going around me, pulling my hair and touching the side of my face, what was he doing? I asked inwardly, as he moved like someone inspecting some parcel. You like the moon goddess, and you will make a lot of money.

His words were supposed to console me or boreholes in my heart