Chapter 5 In trouble

Vicky's pov

The first thing I felt was that my limbs were stiff as if I had been permanently shaped into the mattress. And there was something awfully wrong with my body that made it seem like my body wasn't mine, and in my heart of hearts, I knew I had done something so wrong that I could feel shame crawling up my spine even when I didn't know what it was.

And I just couldn't move, a dull pain in the middle of my leg and a pounding headache told me all wasn't well at all.

That something which I couldn't explain had happened last night.

The second was the strange and suffocating weight of the sheets pressing against me, but at the same time felt so warm and welcoming.

There was an unfamiliar, warm, and very masculine smell in the air, hitting my nose every now and then. It was so intoxicating that I wanted to perceive it forever.

It only took a few seconds for my senses to fully awake, and I sat up straight, my eyes widening, but in those few seconds, fear crept like a nighttime thief into my chest.

When my eyes finally opened and my senses returned, I fully understood what I might have gotten myself into.

The drink and....kissing Lucas.

I was in a beautifully furnished room. The abstract paintings on the muted gray walls looked much too sophisticated for the kind of man I thought Lucas was.

I rubbed my head and groaned inwardly.

The furniture, which was spotless and polished, shone in the gentle morning light. When I blinked and pushed myself to stand the sheets fell off my shoulders. I was completely nude underneath them save for my rumpled underwear.

What have I done? was the only terrifying thought that kept repeating in my head.

And that was when it was drawn on me that this wasn't Lucas's room, I wasn't at his house. I was in one of the rooms upstairs in the hall where the party had been held.

A haze, a cruel mixture of laughter, piercing stares, and a drink I should never have taken, was what hit my memory and told me that I was in deep shit.

Lucas had been there too; I had remembered kidding him back, his presence both suffocating and intoxicating, and now I was in his bed cloaked in shame.

Realizing what had happened made my stomach turn, and my cheeks burned like I had been drowning in hot coals.

As soon as I heard the faint sound of running water, I knew I wasn't alone, and even before I could think of what to do next, the bathroom door creaked open before I could collect myself or even hide out of shame.

Lucas appeared at the doorway, his damp hair gleaming and a towel draped carelessly over his bare broad shoulder.

He appeared completely unconcerned by the storm raging inside of me as if he had just conquered the world.

His eyes met mine once as my eyes went to the towel tied around his waist, glued to it like it was the only thing I had seen.

" You're awake ." He said simply in a tone as uninterested as if we were talking about the weather.

My voice was hardly more than a whisper as I gripped the sheets closer around me.

" What happened? What ...did we -"

I only remember that we had kissed but the rest of the night had passed in a blur but I knew I had done something shameful.

An eyebrow went up and a small sarcastic smile curled his lips.

"Do I really have to explain that?"

"Don't. . don't lie about this. "I yelled my voice shaking.

Lucas stood comfortably against the doorway but his eyes were staring at me with a disturbing intensity.

"Last night wasn't something I wanted to happen, and I don't want to discuss it." He said like it was my fault.

I felt sick to my stomach after hearing his words.

My cheeks began to flush but I couldn't tell if that was from embarrassment or rage.

"I. I don't remember agreeing to this. " I muttered, my throat was dry.

"Spare me." He scoffed." I think I must be drunk for me to make out with you, an Omega. This is just a dream, put on your clothes and go home, Vicky. I might transfer some money to you."

I wanted to hurl something at him, scream, and take away his arrogant look. Above all else, though, I wanted to vanish. *What have I gotten myself into*.

"I'm not -" I started to say but my voice caught in my throat.

I couldn't afford to think about him too much. Not right now. Fear and humiliation burned in me. What if Alicia and her mother get to hear of this?

What if my father gets to hear of this? I have been disgraced enough in this pack to get into more trouble.

Lucas must have noticed my anguish but he didn't show any remorse.

Rather he turned his back as if the situation was already behind him. Like I didn't matter.

"You ought to get dressed." He continued in a casual tone ."Except if you intend to stay here all day."

I didn't need a second explanation. I hurriedly put on my clothes, trembling with each step as I gathered them.

Lucas looked at me with an expression that was impossible to read but filled with hatred for me, like this was entirely my fault, and his silence was more unsettling than his words.

"One more thing." He said as I got to the door and I stopped, regretting why.

" Don't tell anyone what happened here ?"

Something like vulnerability flickered in his eyes for a brief moment as we stared at each other.

But then it vanished to be replaced by the same icy gaze.

"Pretend like this didn't happen."

I felt like I was marching toward my own execution on the way home.

The fear of what lay ahead and the thought of what I had done weighed down every step I took.

The streets, which had once been busy and vibrant, now appeared harsh and critical, the quietness surrounding me making me quiver in shame.

My legs felt like lead by the time I arrived at my family's magnificent imposing gates.

Like a lost kitten, I paused and stared at the pack house that towered over me.

Maybe I should sneak in without anyone noticing.

Maybe no one would be interested enough to ask about my whereabouts.

But those hopes were dashed the moment I entered.

Regina's piercing eyes narrowed as soon as they met mine as she waited for me in the foyer.

As usual, she wore an elegant dress and heavy makeup, and her hair was pinned back in a pretty style that only showed how serious her expression was.

"Where have you been?" she demanded in a harsh icy tone

"I-". I was about to finish when her hand swung out and hit me across the face with so much force that my cheek ached.

"Do you think this is some kind of joke?" She hissed." Don't you dare lie to me, sneaking out in the middle of the night and coming back looking-like this? "

My hand flew to my cheek as I stumbled back.

"I did not-. "

"Didn't what? " she interrupted raising her voice. "You're a disgrace, Vicky. Did you not think we'd notice? That you had gone off with your numerous boyfriends." She looked me up and down."A total embarrassment. "

I blinked the tears from my eyes, refusing to give her the satisfaction.

"I don't have a boyfriend," I stated quietly.

Her laughter was scathing and mocking.

"Just take a look at yourself. You're in disarray. Do you know what this family has given up for you? This is your way of saying thank you. You pitiful omega."

I looked at my father who was sitting quietly in the corner with the newspaper he was holding covering his face.

. "Please Father, I-" I muttered in a cracked voice

He didn't even look in my direction.

With her fingernails digging into my flesh, Regina seized my arm.

" Your father won't save you. " She said mockingly " All you do is make this family look bad. "

I felt my heart coming apart as her words pierced deeper than any physical blow.

" I'm sorry. " I muttered my voice hardly audible

" Sorry? Regina repeated her voice brimming with disdain. Vicky, sorry is not enough. "

Her face was one of pure disgust as she pushed me in the direction of the stairs.

"Go into your room. And wait until I tell you to come out, till you say where you went to. "

My body was trembling from anger, shame, and despair. I staggered up the stairs.

After entering my room, I finally let the tears that I had been holding back fall onto the bed.

I kept thinking about last night's event, each memory getting worse than the last.

Lucas's disinterestedness, my father's lack of emotion.

I felt like a ghost, a shadow of myself living a life that no longer felt like mine.

Hours later, I found myself thinking about Lucas and the awful mistake I had made.

How could I have allowed myself to fall into this big trouble?

What had I been thinking?

What would happen if Regina or Alicia found out about this?

My stomach turned at the thought.

Without a doubt, they would destroy me. . . Nobody can know, I firmly told myself. Not a soul.