Beneath Her Darkness: The Alpha's Little Demon

BENEATH HER DARKNESS: The Alpha’s Little Demon Chapter 6

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 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 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.

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

she needed to strip off her clothes before a bid would come. She was forced to take off one piece of clothing, but no one was

when she was standing fully naked, her body shaking from

loathing for

I was so tempted to burn this whole place down and save the females, but after that,

the process would just repeat

part of the crowd taunting her to strip? Disgust filled

“Lucy! You‘re next.”

be scared off, but I remember, I needed to act like a meek Omega. So I dropped my gaze down and clasped my hands

being naked. At sixteen, my father brought me to a place where demons were during rituals

my

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

my eyes and held my necklace, reminding myself to memorize the faces of the men in front of me. One

their

Save your soul.

of me was trying to fight

stage, and I was led to the propped–up part of the stage. There were six big screens where the bid would be shown. One on my back,

too high as an Omega usually would.

But he was nowhere.

turned eighteen two months ago…” The

years and a half ago? But I restrained myself from showing any

orphaned, raised in the Shallow Ridge

I stopped my hands from balling as I slowly turned my back to them. I was thankful that my wrap –around skirt was there to keep my ass away from their eyes. But I knew

“Back to the front…”

already standing from his seat. He must be around twenty five, give or take. He had his arms crossed against his chest before

he

“The bidding starts now…”

it would go until I saw some of them checking the tablet in their hands. This

deep baritone voice sent a shiver down

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

body from shaking. When I said stripping was nothing to me, I meant

you are asked to strip…” The speaker spoke, and with my hands shaking, I reached for the rope of my wraparound skirt. My heart was

and as I was about to

10,000 – Don’t strip.

let go of the rope of my skirt asI let out a

eyeing me bellowed as his body turned around and

bidding was anonymous. You could only guess who was pressing on their

the value. 10,000 was way too low. The other Omegas started with 50,000. But

and the bidding

20,000

30,000

50,000

75,000