Layleen
"You know, we have a cute little pet name for you here," the beta sneered, twirling the knife in front of my face, its sharp edge glinting under the morning light. With a smirk, he mimicked a slicing motion, the blade passing just inches from my eyes.
I squeezed them shut, my heartbeat hammering in my ears. I didn't need to hear what he had to say—I already knew. I had heard it before.
A silver whore. A moon whore. Whatever whore.
"I still can't believe the carpet actually matches the drapes," the omega between my legs scoffed, reaching out as if to touch me. I jerked violently, my body twisting away from his grasp. It stopped him—for now—but my eyes burned with unshed tears.
Why couldn't they just leave me alone? What had I done to deserve this? What crime had I committed except existing?
