BENEATH HER DARKNESS: The Alpha's Little Demon by Cassandra M

006 – Mr. A*shole

LUCY.

My eyes locked with the darkest blue eyes I had ever seen in my whole life and I felt my whole world stop spinning. His eyes were mesmerizing, and despite the frown on his face, he looked like a god, frowning at me, making my core throb all at once at the fierceness in his face.

“Move...” A female hissed behind me, pushing me forward, and I just realized I had stopped dancing. I jolted out of my reverie, my eyes darting around the stage at the other females, trying to figure out where we were in the dance.

My heart was thudding loudly. I had never, in the life of me, lost focus, even in a time of danger, but seeing this man, in a split second, all my senses went out the

window.

My cheeks burned, not out of

embarrassment but because I didn’t like

the way that the attention was all on me now since I was just standing, not knowing what part we were dancing to.

Until another Omega danced her way through me and took my hand, swaying it with her before she twirled me around, whispering softly in the air, but I could hear her loud and clear. “Just move

around and dance…”

And I did.

Soon, I fell back into rhythm, but my eyes kept searching for the man, which made me lose my focus. But he was nowhere

near where I saw him, and not anywhere

in the audience seats.

I didn’t know if I was disappointed or

relieved. At least he could not distract me

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anymore.

The crowd applauded, combined with

hoots and whistles as the music stopped

as we exited the stage and the host

announced the bidding would start in a

few minutes.

I was Omega Number 10.

Nine Omegas before me.

I didn’t really care who would buy me tonight. I was planning to escape anyway and move somewhere south, but seeing those eyes, I was wondering if he would

bid for an Omega. Because I knew deep

inside, I was hoping he would bid for me.

Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

The backstage was in complete chaos. And I just remained in one place, leaning my back against the wall as I tilted my head up to the ceiling before I closed my

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eyes,

I told Olivia that if the backstage was busy, no one might notice us and that we could escape. But she didn‘t want to go with me. But now that she‘s not part of this anymore, putting my actions into a plan shouldn‘t be hard.

But part of me wanted to stay – for dark blue eyes.

“Come here!” My eyes snapped open when I heard Cora‘s voice.

Her hand grabbed my wrist, pulling me somewhere until we reached a vanity table where my make–up was done earlier. She sat me on the chair and spoke with the female there. “Run another makeup on her, make sure this one is not visible.”

She was pointing at my jaw, making me check myself out in the mirror.

Oh, Goddess. A bruise was starting to

show. And because I didn’t have a wolf and my demon power was suppressed, I

would heal as humans do. Slow and

painful.

I stayed still as the female worked on my

face. All the while, I kept my ears open, trying to hear the events on the stage.

There were already four Omegas that were sold. And the fifth one came back to the backstage just now. A blanket was wrapped around her and she was crying hysterically.

My heart clenched in pain as the other Omegas went around her and hugged her. They were asking her what happened. My hands coiled into tight fists as I listened

to her in agony.

No one was bidding for her. And one of the bidders taunted that she needed to

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before a bid

to take

no one

her, so the stripping

continued.

was when she was

crying, in front

my demon blood, but my loathing for

growing.

they played with

sure they would be

I was so tempted to burn

down and

after that, where would I

if my

out of nowhere?

would never take them to

I knew the process

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I couldn‘t

of the crowd taunting her to strip?

me

was just

“Lucy! You‘re next.”

my head up. I had nothing to be scared off, but I remember, I needed to act like a meek Omega. So I dropped my gaze down and clasped my hands together while having an internal monologue with myself.

being naked. At sixteen, my father brought me to a place where demons were during rituals for an orgy. I didn‘t participate. But

for hours.

my sexuality. And

did.

not naive. I could strip anywhere if they wanted me to, and it wouldn’t shame me. But the

were violating them.

myself to memorize the faces of the men in front of

back for

don’t let their evilness get

Save your soul.

was trying to fight

darkness.

stage, and I was led to the propped–up part of the stage. There were six big screens where

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on the sides

men were

look at the crowd seated in front of me, but

usually would. I swallowed as I let my eyes gaze roamed around, looking for the blue eyes I

earlier.

was nowhere.

Number Ten. Just

announced it

a half ago?

emotions at all.

orphaned, raised in the

hands from balling as I slowly turned

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–around skirt was there to keep my ass away from their eyes.

to the

around again, facing them, and this time, I saw a man already standing from his seat. He must be around twenty five, give or take. He had his arms crossed against his chest before

I was dancing earlier when my eyes were trying

he would bid

starts

one was bidding. I had no idea how it would go until I saw some of

hands. This man looking at

hand, and think I knew

man bellowed, and his deep baritone

wouldn’t deny that,

men began whispering as another followed him.“Strip, are

deaf?”

stripping was nothing to me, I meant it. But

strip…” The speaker spoke, and

for the rope of

was thudding

hands sweated.

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and as I was about to entangle it, the screen in front of

me flashed..

Don’t strip.

of the rope of my skirt

out a

that?” The man

bellowed as his

was looking for the man who

for me.

bidding was

only guess who

their tablet.

stopped myself from smiling as

value. 10,000 was way