Page 7 of Knot Their Princess

Big Beta Bert.

Just the thought of that old, ugly, fat fuck makes my skin crawl.

I rise from my chair, straighten my sleeveless leather catsuit that clings to every curve of my body, and tie my long hair into a high ponytail. When I turn, I head straight for Tasha, leaning in close to her ear, watching her body still.

“Don’t ever give your dope to the other Omegas here,” I hiss. “If you want to risk everything for some hedo-fix, that’s your choice. But you know Mama won’t put up with your shit for long. She doesn’t want her subs to be drooling fools.”

Tasha’s dark eyes roll in the mirror. To her credit, Vicki’s pale eyes widen at the mention of drugs, and she pushes away from the vanity to go to an empty station and give us space.

“You’re such a suck-up.” Tasha looks unimpressed, before switching to taunting. “You going to rat me out like a good Mama’s girl?”

My gaze narrows. Is she for real? Does this catty bullshit work with other Omegas?

Matty enters the room, his brown eyes landing happily on me before turning fearfully onto Tasha.

“Matty, get your Alpha-wannabe bitch off of me. Tell her you asked me for the pills.”

I look back at him as he swallows hard, but remains silent.

My senses tell me he didn’t ask her. And my instincts haven’t steered me wrong in all my twenty-six years.

With a snarl, I grab Tasha by the hair, letting her scream freely as I drag her, kicking and cursing, across the room, then slam her into the wall, careful to twist her head to the side so I don’t bash her nose in. Though I would absolutely love to at this point.

I get in real close to her ear again as I seethe. “You listen to me, chemhead. Mama will kill every last one of us because of you and your shit. If I get even one whiff of you passing out any kind of drugs to the others here, I will do worse than tell Mama about your little side activities. I’ll feed you to Bert myself and tell him there are no boundaries.”

Her eyes bulge, and she stops struggling. A little drool glistens from the corner of her mouth as she gasps through her open lips. The wheels in her head are spinning so fast I can almost see them.

Big Beta Bert is notorious for not following the rules, but he’s filthy rich and pays Mama a lot of money to do whatever he wants to the Omegas she sends to him. She uses him as a punishment, and wields his name like the ultimate threat.

Now I’ve gone and done the same. Although my threat is empty, considering I don’t have the authority to do what I claim.

This life is not easy. It’s not kind, nor happy. But we have to look out for one another, at least a little bit. It’s a matter of survival.

“Look. Being doped up leads to shitty decisions and puts everyone in danger. With clients, with Mama. Like I said, if you want to risk your own hide, go ahead. But keep your shit out of everyone else’s systems.”

Tasha coughs, then sniffles, and it’s then I notice the red in her eyes. She’s already high on something.

“Okay, okay,” she says in a rush. “I won’t deal to the staff.”

If she thinks I don’t notice how she worded that, she’s wrong. But the staff is all I care about anyway.

I release her, probably rougher than necessary, and make a show of wiping my palms on the leather covering my legs before turning back to Matty. I can’t quite read his expression, but he gives me a weak smile before going over to a vanity in the corner.

It’s not like I expected him to gush with thanks, but a bit of acknowledgment would have been nice.

There’s a noticeable shift in the energy of the room, and as I look at the frightened gazes all around, how they snap away from me immediately, I can’t help but think that I’ve made a mistake. But which part?

“Louder.”

Crack.

“Yes, Mistress!”

“Tell me what you are.”

Crack.

“Whatever you want me to be!”