Jett’s voice.
What is he doing here? He was supposed to be at the fight with Rowan.
“Omega, if you know what’s good for you,open this door.” Jett’s barked command hits me like a sledgehammer to the skull, even through the door.
The chair scrapes backwards as my body moves on its own to fulfill the order.
No, no, no, no, no! What is he going to do to me?
Rowan isn’t going to be here for another couple days!
I’ll be at Jett’s mercy.
My brain feels like it’s being squeezed so hard I’m worried it’sgoing to pop the more that I fight the bark, my feet dragging slowly along the floor.
“Hurry the fuck up,” Jett snarls, banging on the door.
My hands tremble as I reach up and unlock the deadbolt. The moment Jett hears the lock slide out of place, he’s pushing the door open and sending me stumbling back.
“Ahhh, alone at last,” he says, his lips spreading into a maniacal grin.
I’m shaking like a leaf, both from the effect of his bark and dominance wreaking havoc on my omega senses but also because he’s terrifying.
I’ve seen so little of him recently that I’ve forgotten just how sadistic he is.
“What—what are you doing here?” I shuffle backwards until my hip bumps into the small dining table, sending a couple of the color pencils I was using on a basic colored sketch of the view of the sunrise rolling off the table and onto the floor. “What do you want with me?”
“Awful chatty this morning, ain’t ya?” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a remote, waving it menacingly. “Thought my brother trained you better than to talk back and ask questions.”
My mouth clamps shut at the sight of the remote, my hands flying up to touch the collar that I forget about most of the time.
The only time it gets in the way are during my showers, but even then, I’d take nice hot warm showers with a collar on than the kinds of showers I was forced to take back at the facility.
“That shitstain never fucking leaves you alone,” Jett grumbles, rolling his eyes. “Even with this weekend, the guy threw such a big fit, insisting on me coming.”
For good reason. Rowan probably knew his brother would pull something like this.
“Rowan—Rowan is in charge of me,” I whisper softly. “You—you’re not allowed?—“
He presses the button on the remote, cutting off my words as the shock from the collar shoots its way up into my brain and down my chest. A strangled scream is torn from my throat as I fall to my knees as it just keeps on shocking me.
It feels endless.
Tears stream down my cheeks and between the indescribable pain and my strangled cries, I can’t breathe.
Through the ringing in my ears, I hear Jett’s taunting laughter.
Just as suddenly as the shock started, it stops, leaving me a gasping mess on the floor, on my hands and knees.
Jett leans down, gripping my long hair in a painful hold and using it to haul me up.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,omega,” he spits, saliva spraying from his hissed words and onto my face. I fight the urge to wipe it off. My body and mind seem to reject the thought of anything that can be remotely perceived as a claim.
I’m not his.
I already belong to someone.
Four someones to be exact.
