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2 ~ First Night in Chains The cage bars dug into my knees as I huddled there, the metal plug inside me a constant, burning reminder of my new reality. Slick leaked down my thighs, mixing with the drying streaks of Lucian’s release that had splattered across my chest and face. My skin felt sticky and hot, every breath shallow from the collar’s tight grip around my throat. I had never felt so exposed, so small. My family had betrayed me, and now this monster owned me. Tears burned my eyes, but I blinked them back, afraid to make a sound. What would he do next? I did not know anything about this world of Alphas and their games—I was just Elias, a simple, clueless Omega from a failing pack. The door to the chamber creaked open, and Lucian’s heavy footsteps approached. My heart raced, pounding like a trapped animal. He unlocked the cage with a clink, his large hand grabbing the leash and yanking me out

4 ~ Punishment RoomIf there was a better cage than this, it would have been better but here I am stuck in one that’s like a prison within a prison. The cold bars of this cage only reminded me of how hard I had fallen in just a day. My ass cheeks were still paining me from the spanking at the council meeting, my skin tender and marked with fading handprints, while the plug was still inside me, a constant pressure that made sitting or shifting agony. I had thought of removing the plug from my hole but I couldn’t. I was trapped. I don’t know what he will do. And seriously, I didn’t want it to leave. It constantly being there just triggers my body into an aching need.I hated how my body betrayed me. It was reacting to the humiliation in the room, in the council like it was something to be glorified. The door opened suddenly and Lucian walked in. He’s always coming from outside. Maybe he was just using me to ease stress after meetings.I flinched, whimpering softly without meaning

6 ~ Toy Training Heat simmered under my skin like embers refusing to die, making every inch of me restless. Locked in the cage again after the council torment, I paced on all fours as much as the confined space allowed, the gag’s strap chafing my jaw, cuffs rubbing raw circles on my wrists. Slick coated my inner thighs in a constant, humiliating drip, my hole clenching around the plug like it begged for more invasion. I had never felt this way—waves of warmth crashing through my belly, my shaft stirring at random thoughts of Lucian’s grip, his scent. As a virgin Omega, heat was a myth from hushed pack stories, but now it clawed at me, turning denial into torture. Shame twisted in my chest; how could my body crave this monster’s touch? I pressed my forehead to the bars, breathing ragged, silently cursing the betrayal of my own flesh. Lucian stormed in later that evening, his silhouette filling the doorway like a shadow came alive. He unlocked the cage with a metallic

8 ~ The Knotting Begins I barely remembered the dungeon’s cold floor as Lucian carried me back to the chamber, my limbs limp, skin flushed like a fever had set it ablaze. Slick streamed down my legs in unrelenting flows, my belly twisting in sharp spasms that made me curl inward, whimpering for something—anything—to fill the void. My shaft pulsed with every heartbeat, the tip swollen and weeping precum, the faint hairs around its base soaked through. My hole clenched, aching for invasion, but fear whispered of pain too great to bear. Back in the cage, I sobbed into the mat, tired and exhausted but my body betrayed me. Lucian returned at dusk, his eyes burning with a hunger that mirrored my delirium. He unlocked the cage, scooping me up like a rag doll, my weight nothing to his strength. “Time to claim what is mine, bitch,” he growled, his voice a dark promise that sent fresh waves through my core. He laid me on the bed face-down, ass lifted by pillows under my hips. “No

The door creaked open just as I hit that perfect rhythm. My hand was wrapped tight around my throbbing cock, slick with lube, pumping furiously as the video on my laptop screen showed two ripped guys going at it hard. Sweat beaded on my forehead, my breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. I was so close, teetering on the edge, when—fuck—there he was. Alex, my best friend since high school, standing in the doorway with wide eyes and a backpack slung over his shoulder.“Shit, dude, knock much?” I yelped, but my body betrayed me. I didn’t stop right away; the momentum was too strong. My hips bucked involuntarily, and a low moan escaped my lips before I could yank the blanket over myself.Alex didn’t bolt. He didn’t laugh or make any awkward jokes like I expected. Instead, his gaze locked on the bulge under the blanket, then flicked to the screen where the porn stars were still grunting and thrusting. His cheeks flushed, but there was something else in his eyes—hunger. He dropped his ba