The attack happened so fast that Remy didn’t have time to react. Several men jumped him just as he passed a corner on his way home. Usually, he took another route home after saying goodbye to Samuel. But this evening, he had chosen the longer walk along the seashore instead of the shorter one he usually took.
He had let down his guard since he was almost home. It was just a short walk from Samuel’s house to the small flat Remy was renting.
“Don’t fight and you won’t get hurt,” a man’s hoarse voice protruded through the fighting.
His voice was so deep and menacing that Remy stiffened when he heard him. But that didn’t last long. Remy ignored the man’s words and fought them with everything he had. Using every weapon in his arsenal as he kicked and punched in all directions, hoping to make them change their minds and find an easier target. He wouldn’t allow anyone to beat him up just because he was gay.
But it soon became clear that he couldn’t fight all of them at once. There were too many of them, and they were also much stronger than he was. Remy felt them tower over him before they lifted him with ease and pushed him into the back of a van. As he lay on his stomach, one of them sat on him while they bound his legs and wrists.
“Nice catch, Caspian. He smells delicious.” It was the same man who had spoken earlier.
Remy didn’t like the sound of that. Did they intend to kill him or eat him? Why on earth would he make a comment about his scent?
If the bindings hadn’t hurt so much, Remy would be sure he was having a nightmare.
Someone started the engine, and Remy was rolled to his side while two men sat down on each side of him.
“I can’t wait to have a taste of this one,” one of them said.
“Me too. This one smells a lot better than the last dude.”
Remy glanced at them, but the semi-darkness hid their features. He wanted to memorise as much as possible in case he survived this ordeal. The police would surely ask for a description of them. But for now, there was nothing he could do except wait until he had the chance to get away.
The drive didn’t take long. Remy guessed they had only driven for about fifteen minutes.
When the door opened, he was pulled and lifted onto a man’s shoulder. He could hear several men moving around, talking as if kidnapping a young man was something they did often.
He was placed on a soft surface. Was it a bed? The room was sparsely lit, and Remy couldn’t see much at all except for the many men that surrounded him.
“Strip him and tie him to the bed,” one man said.
“Yes, Alpha.”
The man giving the orders was obviously their leader, judging by the way he could tell the others what to do.
Remy felt the bindings being cut before several of them started to pull off his clothes.
This wasn’t good at all.
“Get off me, you bastards,” Remy shouted and made a well-aimed kick toward one of the men.
The sudden growl told him he had connected with a vital part of the man’s body. But the laughter from the others made his victory short-lived.
“He’s a fighter,” the alpha said. “I like it when they have a bit of resistance in them. It makes it so much sweeter when they finally give in.”
All too quickly, Remy was stripped of all his clothes and pushed down on his stomach on the bed. His arms were pulled to each side, and bindings were tied around his wrists. He kicked at his assailants as they did the same with his legs. But he didn’t stand a chance against them. How many were they? He must have counted at least five men, but there could be more.
Remy was spread out like a banquet on the bed. With his naked body, there was little doubt about what they planned to do to him. He felt sick just thinking about it.

“You won’t get away with this, bloody morons,” Remy cursed at them.

The leader chuckled. “And who is going to stop us, Remy? You made it too easy for us when you took a route where there were no people around.”

Remy stiffened. Coldness crept into him, and a terrible suspicion was hard to ignore.

‘Had they been watching him? And how did they know his name?’

Remy thought the words were too strange for it to be a coincidence.

“Why me?” Remy had to ask.

“A ripe omega is hard to ignore.”

“A what? An omega? I’m not an omega or whatever that means.”

“Sure you are. We can smell you. But you’ll figure it out soon enough,” the alpha said enigmatically. “Trey. Can you prepare him for us?”

“My pleasure,” a tall, blonde man said.