Finding Their Omega (Knot Her Pack #1)

by Sadie Moss

I’m absolutely terrified. The last several days have been better than I feared. Cary’s been my handler every step of the way. I’ve done my various tests, been registered, all of it. Now, I’m being put into a dress and dolled up for the Omega presentation, and I kind of want to throw up. Cary watches as I’m laced into the corset of the dress. “You have such beautiful natural curves,” the Beta in charge of wardrobe tells me. “We want to use the corset to emphasize them and draw attention to them.”

This is gross. Like she's being auctioned off or something

The dress I’m wearing is several shades of blue, the layers of tulle underneath a shining midnight and then going lighter and lighter until the top layers are a soft baby blue. The corset top is baby blue satin, but luckily they listened to me when I begged them to keep it simple.

Wow. So nice of them to listen to the sex doll when they started dressing her up to parade her as a pony

I take deep breaths, as she told me. There are security guards. Cary and the other handlers are here too. Nobody’s going to just steal me and take away my freedom. This is my choice.

You are at an event you are literally being forced to participate in, dressed up like a sex doll and paraded in front of alphas for them to bid on you. Let's not pretend you have any freedom to steal.