“What the fuck is that?” Rowan snarls, stepping between Jett and I.
“Her outfit,” Jett answers, rolling his eyes.
“Seriously? There’s barely any fabric there!”
Rowan is right. There really isn’t. Based on what I can see, there’s a pair of stockings and a barely there lace bodysuit. It’s basically lingerie.
“You seriously gonna complain about seeing her in something as hot as that?” Jett rolls his eyes before pulling out a shoebox and shoving it into Rowan’s arms.
“How did you know her shoe size?” Rowan grumbles, opening the box to reveal a sky-high pair of stilettos.
Oh boy. I don’t know if I’ll be able to walk in those. I’ve never worn heels before.
“Daddy dearest told me what size to get,” Jett shrugs. “Guess he noticed you bought her shoes or something.”
Rowan stiffens before he gives a jerky nod. “That it?”
“Fuck no. You’re forgetting the best part!”
My blood runs cold as he pulls out a decorative leash made up of chain.
“We can put that collar to good use since I hear you don’tshock her very often,” Jett says, dumping the leash on top of the shoebox in Rowan’s arms. “Since I’m apparently not allowed to touch either of you tonight, I’ll let you do the honors of getting her ready.”
He offers me one slimy look as he hefts his backpack over his shoulder.
“Count your days,omega. It’s only a matter of time before we have fun together. Daddy dearest sent me out to figure out how the hell to harvest your blood, and it involves inducing your heat. It’s only a matter of time before I’m given the all-clear and you becomeall mine.”
He reaches into his pocket and waves around an autoinjector, similar to the ones Rowan had in his bathroom earlier.
My heart instantly starts racing, and a whimper of fear leaves my throat.
Jett’s face splits into a wide grin as he inhales deeply, almost like he’s soaking in my terror.
“Get thefuckout!” Rowansnaps
“Yeah, yeah, I’m leaving,” he says, waving over his shoulder. “Can’t wait to see what you look like in your little getup tonight.”
The door slams behind him, and I slump down to the floor, my shoulders trembling.
“Fucking hell,” Rowan mutters, falling to his knees in front of me.
I fall into his open arms, resting my forehead against his shoulder as I struggle to take deep breaths.
“I—I hate him,” I whisper, my voice strained.
“You can say that again,” he says, his hand massaging soothing circles into my tense neck muscles.
“Do you—do you think he’s going to induce my heat?”
As soon as the words leave my lips, flashes of bright lights, restraints, and an indescribable pain I know was probably far worse when I experienced it flash throughmy head.
“I—I can never remember what the procedure back at the facility was like,” I say, my voice trembling.
“Maybe that’s your brain’s way of protecting you or something.”
Rowan’s words don’t ease my anxiety. If anything, they make it worse. All I can do is cling to him and try to keep the tears at bay. Now isn’t the time for tears.
“I’ll talk to my dad,” Rowan says quickly, hugging me back tightly. “I’ll—I’ll do something.”
