Noah doesn't like the fact that he is in this private room with these unknown men, and he grew uneasy. So He shuffled closer to Nick, dropping his voice to a strained whisper that barely cut through the booming music.
"Nick, I don't want to be here," Noah pleaded, his eyes darting nervously between the three men. "Just give me my money, and you can go on with whatever business you have with these people."
Nick laughed, a harsh, dismissive sound. "Oh, poor baby. Will you please grow some courage? What's there to be worried about? I'm here. Besides, your money is with Boss Ryan. I still need to get it from him."
Hearing the casual revelation, a wave of shock made Noah forget his fear. He shouted, his voice cracking with indignation, "What? Are you crazy? How dare you give my money to someone else?"
The sudden outburst caught the attention of the man in question. Boss Ryan turned, his heavily ringed fingers tapping on the glass table. "Is there something wrong? What are you two arguing about?"
Before Noah could respond, Nick seized his arm, his grip like a vise, and hauled him toward a plush velvet sofa. Although Noah resisted with all his meager strength, it was useless. As an Omega, he was fundamentally less powerful than his Beta brother, and he was easily dragged down to sit beside Nick.
"This is my brother, Noah," Nick said, presenting him to the room with a theatrical ease that made Noah's stomach churn. "He wants me to give him his money back, and I told him the money is with you."
Boss Ryan smiled, a practiced, oily expression that didn't reach his eyes. "Don't worry, son. I will give you your money back, just like your brother said. I have no need for that little amount, so of course, I'm going to return it."
Despite the reassurances, a persistent, icy uneasiness coiled in Noah's gut. Trying to project politeness he certainly didn't feel, he addressed the man. "Then can you give me the money now, sir? So I can leave."
Boss Ryan's smile widened, attempting to appear genuine. "Of course, I will give it back to you now. But it's terribly rude to leave as soon as you arrive. We should all toast and drink one glass of wine. Then you can go."
Noah opened his mouth to argue, but Nick's voice cut him off, sharp and warning, in his ear. "Be wise. It's just one glass. Don't make the atmosphere uncomfortable for everyone."
A terrible logic settled in Noah's mind. He was worried, but Nick, his older brother, the constant bully, was still family. Surely, Nick would protect him from outsiders, even if he treated Noah like dirt himself.
"It's just one glass," Noah conceded, voicing the required acceptance.
Nick nodded enthusiastically, confirming the promise. "Of course. Just one glass."
Seeing Noah comply, Boss Ryan clapped his hands and called in a waiter, instructing them to bring the drinks. While the waiter was gone, Nick, Boss Ryan, and the other middle-aged man launched into a loud discussion about complicated matters that Noah didn't bother to follow. Noah simply sat there, feeling bored and increasingly out of place.
Five minutes later, the waiter returned with a tray of glasses filled with a rich, ruby liquid. Nick took two, passing one to Noah, and keeping the other for himself. Everyone in the room took a glass. Boss Ryan raised his, offering a brief word for a toast before they all drank.
Noah had never tasted alcohol before, and he was surprised to find this drink pleasant.
He had always imagined alcohol was bitter and sharp, but this was sweet and surprisingly smooth. Even so, he knew he couldn't stay. He didn't want to continue drinking with these strange men.
He set his glass down. "I'm done drinking. Can we go now?"
Nick nodded easily, making Noah instantly relieved. "Sure."
"What about my money, then?" Noah asked, his trust still frayed.
"Don't worry. They will transfer it to me," Nick answered with a confident shrug.
Noah didn't trust him. "Really?" he pressed.
"Don't worry, I won't lie to you," Nick insisted.
Despite his deep-seated doubts, Noah chose, just for this moment, to give Nick the benefit of the doubt. He stood up, and they both left the private room, walking back out into the loud, brightly lit club.
As they reached the hallway, a sudden, disorienting wave washed over Noah. He felt wobbly, and a sharp, throbbing ache began to pulse behind his eyes. He staggered, and Nick's arms shot out, catching him quickly.
"What's wrong with you?" Nick asked, a surprising note of alarm in his voice.
The unexpected show of concern softened Noah's own tone. "I'm feeling dizzy, and my head hurts for some reason," he murmured, clinging to his brother.
Nick let out a laugh, but it was edged with relief. "Maybe it's because it's your first time drinking alcohol. Come on, up on my back. Let me carry you out. You can sleep, if you want to. I will wake you once we get home."
Tears welled in Noah's eyes. This was the first time, in his entire memory, that his elder brother had shown him any kindness, any genuine comfort.
He was so overwhelmed by this unprecedented display of affection that he eagerly nodded. He climbed onto Nick's back, intending to savor this brief, precious moment of closeness.
But the dizziness intensified rapidly. His eyelids grew heavy, like they were weighted with lead, and before he could fully process the warmth of Nick's back, he blacked out, falling into a deep sleep.
......
Noah's consciousness returned not with a gentle awakening, but with the deeply disturbing sensation of hands running over his body. Though he was awake, he fought desperately to open his eyes, but it was as if his eyelids were filled with concrete.
The difficulty was immense. The more the hands moved, the more profoundly uncomfortable and wrong Noah felt. With a surge of sheer panic, he forced his eyes open.
The sight before him was devastating.
Boss Ryan, completely naked, stood over him. The other middle-aged man was in the middle of stripping off his own clothes, and the young man, the Alpha, was doing the same.
Terror seized Noah's throat, nearly choking his intended scream. He had been thrown into a nightmare. Boss Ryan was the one touching him, his hand running across Noah's waist. But instead of screaming for him to stop, a sound he did not recognize, a soft, helpless moan, escaped his lips.
His body felt as if it were on fire, a maddening heat spreading through his limbs. The moan disgusted him.
"What did you do to me?" Noah demanded frantically, though his voice was weak. "Tell me!"
Boss Ryan laughed, a low, triumphant sound. "Well, your brother sold you to us at a very high price. And after you were knocked out by the sedative we laced your drink with, your brother injected you with another drug. One that forces an Omega into their heat."
The man paused, running a finger down Noah's flushed cheek. "So don't worry. You're definitely going to enjoy this. And I can even pay you separately, more than the amount I paid your dear brother."
Noah's world splintered. Nick. His brother. Sold him. The shock was so profound it nearly eclipsed the terror of his current situation. He wanted to scream at Boss Ryan and the other two men that they were monsters, that they had to let him go.
But he couldn't. He was fundamentally weaker than them: two Betas and one Alpha. And he was a drugged Omega, he can't wrestle Himself out of this room.
The more he stayed in the room, the more delirious and turned on he became. He knew, with terrifying clarity, that he was in mortal danger. He had to think, had to find a solution, now.
A desperate, reckless idea flashed into his mind.
He forced himself to stop fighting the internal heat and instead. His face was already flushed from the drugs, his lips slightly parted. Noah bit his lower lip and forced a look of seductive compliance onto his face.
Boss Ryan and the others, who had successfully shed their clothes, stared at him, their expressions hardening with lust. They found the transformation beautiful.
"Really?" Noah managed, his voice now a breathy whisper. "Will you pay me?"
Boss Ryan quickly confirmed, "Of course. I'm definitely going to pay you."
Noah pressed his advantage, playing the role of the willing, if slightly timid, partner. "This is my first time, then. Can we do it according to what I say?"
The other middle-aged man, enjoying Noah's sudden behavior as a vixen, quickly agreed. "Of course. Don't worry, we'll pay you handsomely. We can acquiesce to your little request. So, what do you want us to do?"