This is either really good or really bad.
I hesitantly turn towards Steve, who’s looking at me with a smug grin on his face.
Okay. So, it’s really bad.
I scramble in Jones’ hold again. “Come on Jonesy,” I give a nervous laugh, “you’re not still mad about earlier, are ya? What’s a little head bangin’ between friends? I hear it’s all the rage at metal concerts. You like metal? No? I’ve always been more partial to country myself, but none of that, ‘my girlfriend left me for my dog and my truck broke’ type shit—”
“Would you shut the fuck up?” Jonesy snaps, jostling me a little bit. Touchy. Guess he’s not a fan of metalorcountry.
“Do you want to know what Asher here was admitted for?” Steve asks, taking a step forward and pulling me from Jones’ hold.
I swallow and shake my head. No, I can’t say I do.
The words won’t leave me though, and for the first time since being taken to the Cathedral, I feel genuine fear. This alpha…there’s something not right about him.
“He bonded five omegas against their will,” Steve says darkly. “Now he’s feral, brought out of the fog by your stress pheromones. Maybe we need to let you learn a little lesson that there are much worse monsters than Jones and me in this asylum.”
Punctuating his statement with a thrust at my back, my feet shuffle forward, right into Asher’s arms.
“No!” I shout, terror swimming through me. He can’t bond me. He’s not mine. I have my alphas, and he’snotone of them.
“Omega,” the alpha command leaves his throat, and I’ve never been more thankful for Declan’s training than I am right now. “Mine.”
“Not yours, Ash-hole.” I snap, reaching for the anger filling the holes left by the fear. Reaching for the strength Hayden’s bond gives me. “Never yours.” I turn my head to the orderlies. “Brooks will kill you if he bonds me, you know that right?”
Unfortunately, my position gives the feral alpha the perfect opportunity to run his nose up my neck.
His hands tighten on my arms, and I use one foot to try to kick at him. I barely make contact, and he growls at me, his timbre low and threatening. “Omega. Bite.”
Jones and Steve chuckle quietly behind me, enjoying the show. My stomach drops when the alpha roughly grabs my jaw. “Stop it!” I shriek. “This is goin’ too far!”
It seems like Steve realizes just how bad things are about to get, because his voice suddenly sounds unsure.“Um, maybe…”
“The bitch knocked me out, Steve. Let’s see what a little scare does to her.” Damn, I really bruised Jonesy’s ego.
Looks like I’m only going to get out of this one way. Drawing courage from the ball of warmth in my chest, I force my muscles to relax, and go limp in his hold. Ash-hole lets out a rumble of appreciation before grabbing me and lifting me up.
At this angle, he could slip me right onto his dick, which I know is what he’s going for because he starts lifting his hospital gown.
Not fucking happening.
“Wait—” Steve is cut off when I take the opportunity to throw my upper body forward and latch my teeth onto the feral alpha’s ear.
He roars in pain, trying to pull me away from him, but it seems that I’ve conveniently formed a case of selective lock-jaw, because even as his blood fills my mouth, I don’t let go.
I won’t let go. Not when the alternative is him taking something I never offered.
His fingers dig into my arms as he pulls with all his might to get me off him, but the pain only makes me clamp down tighter. Then, his fingers go lax right as my head flies back from his and he drops to the ground.
A syringe sticks out of his neck, and Steve stands above the sedated alpha, his expression stricken.
I spit the piece of ear out of my mouth, cackling like a mad woman. They think that tying me up in a straitjacket is going to keep me from giving alphas what they deserve?
They think they can throw me to the wolves and I won’t come out stronger on the other side?
Fuck them.
I’m Jo Fucking Harding, Destroyer of Alphas.
