Darek came with clothes.
More like his guards who were already surrounding the building, did.
More than a dozen guards had surrounded the outskirts of the building, probably in hopes that I would try a daring escape, so they could humiliate me with the end result of that. I had no idea how I didn't notice them before, how my wolf senses didn't catch their scent or the sound of their movements.
Maybe I was too focused on the escape. Too desperate and hopeful about the possibility of freedom from a mate I never wanted. It was just as Darek said. I'd let myself be too hopeful for feeding his entertainment.
I put on the garments that they brought. It was a simple white shirt and pants that resembled the Omega uniform. But once I put it on, I realised how uncomfortable it really was. The material was so harsh and rough, and it made my body itch in places my hands wouldn't even reach. It was probably the first step in my long list of punishments that Darek had planned for me.
