Chapter 122

Sarah's POV I followed the desperate cries echoing across the deck, my eyes landing on a scene that made my stomach turn. A sleazy-looking man was forcibly grabbing a young Omega server, his intentions painfully obvious. "Pretty little thing, aren't you? All fresh and sweet," the man leered, his voice dripping with predatory intent. "Why don't you spend some time with Alpha Reid? I promise to make it worth your while." The girl struggled against his grip. "Alpha Reid, you've misunderstood. I'm just a server here. There are plenty of other women who would be happy to... please look elsewhere and let me go." His face contorted with rage. "Little bitch, who do you think you're fooling? You know exactly what kind of yacht this is." "Since you're here, it's for money, right? Just name your price. If you make me happy, money won't be an issue. Now come to my cabin." His grip on her arm tightened visibly. "I'm not for sale! Where are you taking me?" Panic flooded the girl's face as she realiz