In one of the locked private chambers of House Fenric, the alphas had turned what should have been a resting suite into a den of debauchery. The room no longer resembled a noble hall but a pit of cruelty. Curtains were drawn shut, muffling the screams while the floor was littered with discarded clothes, broken glass flasks of aphrodisiac drugs and half-burned sticks of incense that filled the air with a sweet but suffocating haze.
The pheromone stench was so heavy it clung to the skin, making it impossible for an omega to breathe without gagging.
Here, omegas from proud noble families like those who had dared to defy House Fenric's scheme of seizing the North along with the bandits and criminals were reduced to nothing more than living flesh for their captors' amusement. Drugged to suppress resistance and heighten sensitivity, their bodies trembled under relentless use.
