April 28th, 2020 at 02:50am
Clover hardly remembered the day that she had been kidnapped as a young pup - she had been at the park with her mother. That was all she remembered and she did her best not to think about it because if she thought too much about it, it broke her heart. Missing her parents, wondering where they were and what they were doing now, it made Clover act out. She had no way of knowing what her family was doing and she wasn't about to ask because the last time she had asked about them, she had nearly been killed. That was the last time she had asked, the last time that she had ever dared to vocalize any of her thoughts about her family.
When she had been bought by the current company that owned her, Clover had had it explained to her quite clearly. The first complaint they received from an alpha or beta was the last complaint they would ever receive. She had taken that to heart. Clover didn't want to upset her owners and find herself back in the place that she had been in before. The company that she had first been sold to had been cruel and didn't care whatsoever about her well being. As an omega, she was a lesser being than alphas and betas. She meant nothing to them, beyond the money she was forced to make them every night.
At least here, Clover received her own room and she could pretend her life was a little bit more normal. It was small, her dresser in the corner at the foot of her bed but at least it was her own room. She loved the canopy that she had been allowed. Once she finished working each night, Clover had a routine. She would change her bedding and she would shower before retiring to the bed to rest, the curtains pulled down to completely encircle her bed. Until the next day when she was woken and given her meal for the day - something hot, with a snack or two to get her through the rest of the day until her first client arrived.
Clover was waiting anxiously, standing by the small window in her room. It wasn't enough that she could climb out, it hardly opened enough to let in a breeze but still, Clover's favourite part of her room was the window because it reminded her that there was a different world outside of her own.
"You have a client arriving at nine thirty, do be ready. He prefers that you dress natural, young."
The instruction had been nothing out of the ordinary for Clover, relieved that she didn't need to put makeup on. She pulled on a pleated skirt and a plain, long sleeved shirt that she tucked into the waistband of her skirt. At the last minute, Clover decided to pull her hair back into a ponytail. Most alphas tended to like if her hair was pulled back, it was a sort of leash they could use to control her. As if she wouldn't do exactly as she was told by them.
When there was a short knock on her door, Clover turned quickly and tiptoed toward the door. Her head lowered slowly, her head tilted to the side. She relaxed her arms, her eyes lowering to the ground. The alpha's scent filled the room and she was surprised by the way warmth ran through her. She wrote it off quickly, deciding it was because he was quite clearly a strong, capable alpha. He was what her instincts craved.
It had been so long since she had been with her family that she didn't recognize Marshall even as she lifted her gaze up to meet his. She batted her eyelashes, her lips parting as she took a timid step forward. This may have been her room but Marshall held all the control here. "Alpha," she purred, teasingly biting at her bottom lip. "You look so strong," she complimented in a low voice, knowing all too well that alphas liked when their egos were inflated. Even if it was unlikely that she would ever see him again, she knew what part she was supposed to play.