Chapter 3

*** Riley’s POV ***

Not again. I looked back behind me to see three assholes following me. I just got off shift at Triple and I wanted to go to the convenience store and go home. Sighing, I pulled my hair up into a top knot. I wasn’t going to get to take a shower tonight, so I didn’t want it to get dirty. Turning on my heel, I put my hands on my hips and glared at the three guys skulking towards me.

“Well, hello, Omega.”

I rolled my eyes. “Look, guys like you swing two ways. Either you’re going to try to woo me with sweet words, telling me you’ll take me away from here. That you’ll treat me right. That I can be yours. Then you fuck me in the motel and I wake up in the morning with you gone. Or you want it dirty right now. If that’s the case, there are three alleys between here and the convenience store. I prefer the second alley because it smells less like someone died. They even have an old desk I can rest on while you fuck me. So what’s it going to be?”

All three of the guys looked stunned. I was over it. They were all like this. They wanted to stalk me. They wanted me to fear them; be scared and run. They wanted the chase and then catch me to fuck me. Either in bed or somewhere out in public.

The problem was that they chose the wrong Omega for that. I wouldn’t run or cry. I’ll walk them over to the alley, drop my pants, let it happen, and then move on with my life.

“Come on, fuck this.”

All three of them left. Yeah, that’s what I thought. Assholes, thinking I was going to let them give chase. Whatever. Fuck them. I continued my walked to the gas station on the corner. Walking in, Vince, at the register smiled.

“Evening Rye.”

I waved at him and went over to the food section. Not as much offering today. I grabbed one of the ‘Half Off!’ items and a large can of the piss water they call beer. Putting it on the counter, I rummaged in my pocket for the few dollars I made tonight that I got to take home. Vince rang me up and I set the money down on the counter.

Once I paid, he pulled out a bag from behind the counter. “These need to go in the garbage. Sadly, they expire today and I can’t sell them.”

I nodded and took them from him, shooting him a smile. “Thanks, Vince.”

“No problem, kiddo. Stay safe.”

Sighing, I headed out of the gas station and walked down the sidewalk. Opening the bag, I looked at my score. Some chicken, and hot dogs. It was something at least. Closing the bag, I crossed the Main Street and headed up the road another two blocks before turning into a building that was more ruins than building anymore.

Pushing the main doors open, I pulled out my key and opened up the first door. It was supposed to be a mail room or a security guard room at one point. It only had a small built-in desk under the window and then a sink, microwave, and mini fridge on the wall behind. All in one room. There was also a window outside that had a pulldown shade. That was it. It wasn’t supposed to be an apartment. Still, it was home.

I placed my food on the counter and the beer in the mini-fridge that was empty. Grabbing a box of cigarettes on the counter, I headed up the four floors to the roof. Looking out over the town, I lit a cigarette, inhaling and exhaling into the night air.

Fuck this town. Fuck it all. Fuck my life. I hated all of this. A never ending cycle. I leaned against the edge and sighed. It didn’t change. I’d been in this shithole for three years. Nothing had changed. I shook my head. Why was I even still here? Why was I still alive?

Snorting, I flicked the end of my cigarette and took another drag. I knew why. Cause I was a little chicken shit. Not to mention this wasn’t even the worst I’d been through.

As an Omega wolf, and as a slave, I’d been sold over and over getting the worst done to me. See how long I could survive, try and get me to have their heirs, use me up and then sell me when I wasn’t of use. Over and over until my contract landed in the hands of Evan, who owned Triple.

He’d been the most hands off, mostly because he purchased me as a business transaction, not personal use. Omegas were beautiful to look at and while I was the only male Omega there, I helped fill a gap. After two years, he let me buy myself out of the contract, saying that he overpaid and that I still owed him but I was technically free.

Freedom never smelled so stale. Looked so unappetizing. And felt worse than some of my previous situations. Chuckling, I pulled up another cigarette and lit it just before the door to the roof crashed against the metal side of the air conditioning unit.

“Riley, there you are.”

I rolled my eyes and didn’t even bother to look. The fat lard that was Paul, my landlord, slammed the roof door behind him.

“What did I say about smoking up here?”

“It’s either here or my room. Your choice.”

He growled. “You brat. Don’t you fucking give me lip. After all I’ve done for you.”

It wasn’t even worth rolling my eyes. This is how it was. I knew what was coming next. Putting the cigarette to my lips, I leaned over more.

“One month?”

“You little shit.”

Sure enough though, he strode forward and grabbed my jeans. Pulling them down, they just fell. I didn’t have money to buy new ones and I’d gotten too thin for them to fit anymore. His belt unbuckled and I wondered how the thing held back the massive rolls that fell out but at least this way I didn’t need to look at him.

There was no easing in. No. He just rammed himself into me. His fat fingers grabbed my bony hips as he slammed the tiny thing he tried to call a dick into my asshole. I didn’t take my eyes off the lights of the town.

I missed winter. In the snow, it almost covered the darkness this town carried. Taking another drag, I let it out slowly. Everyone here was stuck for some reason, not always money. Like me, it could be a combination of stupid issues.

Behind me, Paul grunted a few times before he struggled to keep hitting me at full power and I felt his cum drip down my leg. Slapping my ass with his hand, I rolled my eyes. Did he think that somehow gave him power over me? Like he could just slap my ass like he owned it?

“One week.”

He turned and I refused to look back as he slammed the door shut behind him. The air was still cool but it would turn hot and sticky as soon as we headed into summer. Now, the breeze was cool against my ass and I didn’t even bother to pull my pants up.

I hated this. I hated this so much. Putting out my cigarette, I leaned down and pulled up my pants. Turning, I headed down the stairs to my room. Heating up the food in the microwave, I ate, not really tasting the food. It was somehow soggy and dry at the same time. It was food and since it was the first I eat today, I inhaled all of it.

Sitting on the floor against the wall, I pulled out my book that was falling apart. This was my way of escaping. The only way I could pull myself out. They didn’t sell anything other than magazines here. Sighing, I let myself sink into the story for the thousandth time.

After a couple hours, I crawled into the blankets that I made a nest in. After the fifth time of having glass broken and falling all over me, I decided the best place to sleep was under the built-in desk that was under the window. It meant that I wouldn’t have glass raining down on top of me every time someone thought that there was something valuable in this office. Curling up, I closed my eyes and fell into a restless sleep.