I know how idiotic that sounds, how absolutely impossible it is after he has spent twelve years waiting for this chance, so Eugene does not even answer. He only rises, and I almost lose the air in my lungs when I see how gigantic he is.
Yes, during the court case, I only saw him from afar. Now he seems like a true giant. I guess he must be close to seven foot six, if not taller.
His body is monstrous, his muscles bulging and knotted, and when he moves, his steps pound against the ground. I know some purple alphas can weigh about one thousand one hundred pounds, and he looks like one of them.
And he is not fat, oh no. You can feel that raw, primal strength coming off him, the kind only a purple alpha can have.
My breath catches hard in my chest.
"My inhaler," I whisper, "you’ll kill me if you take it from me, this whole game will end too fast…"
I start wheezing loudly, even louder than I need to. Eugene tilts his head a little, watching me for a moment, then says,
"You have it in your pocket?"
I nod eagerly.
"I’ll send someone to deal with it."
Then he turns and leaves the room. He doesn’t touch me, which is a shame.
My heart is pounding like crazy. This might be my only chance, the only one I have to get out of here…!
I wait a moment, wheezing as loudly as I can so that if anyone walks past the door they’ll hear that something is actually wrong.
Sure enough, about five minutes later the door opens and the omega who brought me here walks in.
You bastard, you lured me here to die, and I’m not going to show you any mercy.The thought flashes through my mind, but of course I keep it to myself.
"Hey, darling," he says, and it hits me that he must have been the one who wrote those texts. I bet Eugene would never come up with that tone, the damn traitor.
"Help me," I whisper softly, hoping he comes closer, "please help me, I’m losing my breath."
"Is this a trick? I’m not helping you, darling. Because of you two of my brothers died. If you think I’ll show you any mercy, think again."
"Just… the inhaler," I whisper, looking at him pleadingly.
He exhales loudly in frustration.
"Please…!"
"Fine, that I can do, but don’t expect me to let you out of here."
Oh, you’ll let me out, bastard, one way or another. I’m getting out of here over your corpse if I have to, I think, blood boiling in my veins.
But I make an innocent face, even a little teary, and the omega comes closer, slipping his hand into one pocket, then the other, and finds my inhaler.
"How does this work," he mutters uncertainly, looking at the device.
"Just press it once and then bring it to my lips so I can inhale the dose. You only need to help lift my head a little, I’m really weak," I whisper faintly.
With a slight grimace he presses the inhaler and then does exactly what I need him to do. His hand slides under my neck and touches my bare skin as he tries to lift my head…
And that is his mistake.
I squeeze my eyes shut and do exactly what I did to Oswald. In one powerful pull, I rip the life from his body…
It floods into me, but this time, for some reason, I don’t let it disperse. I hold on to it with everything I’ve got.
