“God, I can’t wait to get out of here,” I said to myself as I sauntered down the block toward R7, a place I’d told myself I’d never go. But once you lose both of your parents to a freak car accident, things you thought you knew about life start to change.

Both of them – gone. Just like that.

They’d gone out for date night, and I’d left my cell phone on vibrate. I didn’t even get the news they had been in an accident until they were both already gone. Never even got a chance to say goodbye.

We never had much, and what they left me wouldn’t be enough to let me kick back and relax or anything, but it would be enough to get me the Hell out of Texas. I sold everything they owned, emptied out my apartment, bought a sedan with good gas mileage and was all set for my move to Boston.

Austin to Boston, I thought, trying to muster a smile.

I had one more night in town before I left, and all I wanted to do was get laid…for the first time.

I know it sounds ridiculous, for a twenty-two-year-old omega to still have his V-card, but what can I say? I just never found the right one, and I wasn’t about to just throw myself into the arms of any alpha that threw a wink my way.

But tonight I was feeling reckless. Tonight I was throwing caution to the wind. Tonight I needed dick. A dick to pound the sadness from my mind and help me forget about everything.

I just need to feel good, I thought as I approached the bar. Is that so bad?

Monday night isn’t exactly the most happening night of the week, but R7 still had a good crowd meandering around the front door. A very metrosexual-looking alpha caught my eye as I got closer.

“Ooooh, hey there, sweet thing,” he said as he eyed me up and down.

Barf.

“Evening,” I said as I pushed past him.

“Haven’t seen you around before,” he added as I pulled open the door.

“Yup!” I called back as I stepped inside.

The scent of alpha filled the air. Of course there were betas and omegas, but I wasn’t interested in any of them. I needed dick from a real man. But first, I needed to get a drink in me. I spotted the bar and made a beeline for it. The bartender, a tired-looking beta in a worn out flannel, nodded as I approached.

“What can I do ya for?”

“Vodka tonic,” I told him. “More vodka than tonic.”

He grinned as he started making my drink. “Looking for a little liquid courage?” he asked me.

“Something like that,” I replied as he slid the glass across the counter.

“Want to open a tab?”

“Don’t worry about that, Brian,” a voice came over my shoulder. “His drink’s on me.”

I turned as an alpha slid up beside me and leaned against the bar. He was handsome, but something about him was just…arrogant. He had a short buzz cut, almost military style, and was wearing obviously designer clothes. A pair of khakis with a tucked-in, collared shirt buttoned all the way up with no tie.

“His drink’s on him,” I replied, shaking my head at Brian.

“Don’t you even wanna know my name?” the alpha asked.

“I’m fine without it,” I nodded, turning to the rest of the room.

“It’s Jasper,” he said confidently. “And you are fine. Why haven’t I ever seen you around?”

I tried to ignore him, but he either didn’t get the hint or didn’t care.

“Come on, buttercup,” he pressed on. “Let me butter you up a bit.”

“Butter my muffin?” I asked sarcastically. “What is this, middle school?”

“I like ‘em young,” he replied. “But not that young.”

“I’m a virgin,” I told him, in an attempt to scare him away. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy who wanted to put any work in.

“Oooh, untouched,” he smiled, to my dismay. “I don’t mind working for it.”

“Fascinating,” I replied, looking for an excuse to make myself scarce. “Where’s the bathroom in this place?”

“Over yonder,” he said, pointing to the corner of the room. “But we don’t have to get down there. I’ve got an apartment nearby…”

“I’ve got to piss,” I told him. “By myself.”

Ugh, I thought as I threaded my way through the room toward the bathroom door. So far, things weren’t looking great for my plan. I didn’t have to pee at all, so when I got to the bathroom I just spent a minute or two looking at myself in the mirror. The longer I looked, the sorrier I started to feel for myself.

“Okay. Just finish your drink and go home. This is stupid,” I told myself as I pulled the door open and headed back to the bar. My drink was right where I’d left it. Thankfully, Jasper wasn’t.

I downed the whole glass in one go, slammed it down on the counter and turned to Brian. “What do I owe you?”

“Seven bucks,” he replied. I tossed him a ten.

“Keep the change.”

What a disaster, I thought as I pushed open the front door back out into the street.

“Aye! You came back!” the metrosexual dude called out as soon as he laid eyes on me.

Damn it!

I stepped back inside and let the door close behind me.

“Hey, Brian!” I called out. “Back door?”

He motioned as he handed a couple of guys a beer. I skirted the walls to the back door, pushed it open and stepped outside into an empty dirt parking lot covered with cigarette butts.

“What an idiot you are,” I told myself with a deep sigh. I hadn’t realized just how hot and stuffy it had been in the bar, and breathed in the fresh air as a cool breeze wafted over me.

I closed my eyes and tried to calm down, but when I opened them again, everything seemed…fuzzy, blurry, almost like when you first wake up and have to rub your eyes to get your vision right.

I tried that, but it didn’t work, and as I turned to head back inside for some water, I started to feel woozy. My left leg didn’t want to listen to me, and I staggered to the side. I almost fell, but managed to brace myself on a dumpster.

“Shit…what the…fu…” My lips didn’t work either. Things started to spin. Behind me, someone stepped out of the shadows. I recognized the scent before I even turned around.

“Hey, buttercup,” Jasper said. I was barely able to focus on him but I was aware enough to see the horrible smile on his lips. And then I realized what had happened.

I’d been roofied.

“He is prime,” someone else said from beside him. Two more figures emerged from the shadows. I wasn’t quite able to make them out.

“Damn, Jasper,” someone laughed. “Bet he’s tighter than a snare drum.”

Jasper stepped toward me and undid the buckle on his belt, and it was then that my legs gave out on me.