Sent Beast Mate(Beast Mates, #3)(9)

“What?” I snarled again.

“Curb the excitement,” he whispered. “Our males are confused. They think you want the girl, so nobody’ll buy her.”

I swept my gaze over my people again. On second thought, they all looked bewildered. What the fuck was wrong with them? Someone needed to buy her so it wouldn’t look like I’d bought her.

“Oh man. Nobody?” the girl mumbled. I swiped a thumb over her pulse. It beat a mile a minute. I wasn’t sure if she was pissed off nobody was bidding or if she was terrified someone would.

Did I even have any money? I patted my kilt, stuck a hand into my pocket, and got some of their green papers. “I got a twenty.” I waved a bill. “The girl is a nanny. She will be my gift for Alpha Beast and his pair.” Jamie had cut all ties with the Earthlings, and my people knew that. They stood there like confused kids. “Certainly,” I said.

“Excellent!” Lore announced.

The girl’s file read that she’d worked as a babysitter. Everyone knew Alpha Beast was having babies, babies Men of Earth wanted to hurt. This would send a message. Reagan was to be the upcoming baby nanny, the closest to the Alpha pair they’d ever get a spy. “This human is perfect,” I said and found the middle-aged man in the back. He didn’t come for the money. Instead, he tipped his gray hat and shrank back into the crowd. “I’ll take excellent care of her.”





Chapter Five





Reagan



Lore dropped me off in a simple, clean room with pale gray walls and pink sheets on a single bed next to a two-drawer wooden nightstand. “Make yourself at home,” he said before leaving. Heart-shaped pillows were neatly arranged on the bed tucked in the left corner. The wind blew white curtains through the window on my right. I slid down the closed door and sat on the floor. My God, I’d done it. I got in. When Alpha Beast’s name came up, Maurice positively shone with excitement. I caught his smile. I’d never forget it. I wanted to carve his face around his mouth and make it a perma-grin.

Near their Alpha Beast, I would have access to information Men of Earth could only dream of. I hated Maurice. The only positive thing I could think about was that Maurice would release the other girls now. And if I handed him valuable information, he’d sworn he’d release Hanna. What would be of value to Men of Earth? Alpha Beast’s heirs. They’d gone after them. I didn’t want to go near Alpha Beast, or his pair, or their unborn children. Too bad nobody asked me what I wanted. I wanted nothing more than to get Mike out alive. He’d have done anything for me. He had done everything for me.

Unladylike, I snorted, then rose to approach the mirror on the opposite wall. Before we’d left for New City, Maurice let me shower and clean up, but my hair still didn’t shine as it had when I ate three meals a day and drank water regularly. Probably why Mayhem had bought me for twenty dollars. I looked like a scarecrow.

I unbuttoned my shirt. Not bad. I turned to see my profile. My breasts didn’t sag. Nope, no sagging. At twenty-two, my tits looked fabulous. I twirled, lifted on my toes. Did my ass look too big? Because of the gymnastics from the circus, I had strong legs and a large, firm ass, but it wasn’t super big. Was it? Or maybe the beasts liked a bigger ass and mine was too small. I had barely sold at the auction.

I sighed and sat on the bed, ran a palm over the soft sheets. My personal vanity aside, Mayhem had spared me the embarrassment and had saved my life and four others. Not a bad deal for a twenty.

A white dove chirped at the window. Ah. “Good bird,” I told the animal, and closed the window I’d meant to close when I first got here. I rubbed the chill on my arms. Should I change into something more appropriate for a babysitter? Likely. A ripped shirt with my tits hanging out for everyone to see wouldn’t land me a job with Alpha Beast’s pair. If she saw me like this, she’d turn me away and then I’d have nothing.

The room didn’t seem to have a closet. Under the window, I opened the dresser’s drawers and found them empty. Panic that I’d be walking around naked, staying in this room like a captive, waiting for the barbarian to come and use me, made my heart race. I shook my head. Babysitting awaited me, not sexual favors, though I’d come here prepared for the latter. I leaned back against the drawers, wishing for a TV or a book to read. Lore hadn’t said anything other than to make myself at home.

At one point in my life, I’d had a home. I couldn’t remember the details of it since my earliest memory was the day my parents had left me at the circus. Mike had found me by the cotton candy stand bawling my eyes out. At first, he’d thought I wanted another stick and my parents had refused. Mike, the circus owner, and the ol’ hag who posed as a fortune-teller raised me.