“Rowan.” He was the first person to ever help me and he’s done so time and time again, since I’ve been here.
Dr. Stetson shakes his head and a pang of panic shoots through my chest. Did I answer wrong? Am I in trouble now?
“That won’t work,” Dr. Stetson explains. “At least not alone. Rowan can help, but he’s a beta. You’ll need an alpha.”
“Then my alphas,” I answer automatically.
“The fighters?”
I give him a jerky nod as another wave of pain hits me.
The world starts to grow hazy around the edges. I barely feel the prick of my forearm as he gets started on the first IV.
“I understand, Mirabelle. Thank you for sharing that with me. I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve to be treated this way.”
Those are the last words of kindness I remember before losing myself to an unending world of indescribable, all-consuming pain.
CHAPTER 31
Rowan
“You’re fucking joking!” I snarl.
The rage pumping through my veins is so all-consuming I swear I’m seeing fucking red.
And I haven’t touched a booster dose in a real fucking long time. This is all natural.
Jett holds his hands up in surrender, shrugging as if he doesn’t have a care in the world.
I charge towards him, ignoring our dad’s yell, and tackle him into the wall with my shoulder.
It’s a testament to how fucking angry I am that I actually pin him to the wall for a second, gripping his collar.
My fist smashes into his face.
It’s the best feeling in the fucking world.
I’ve never hit back, let alone hit him first.
I need to work on my fucking form, because the jolt from the impact shoots straight up and into my elbow.
“Rowan!” My dad snaps, an exasperated sigh leaving his lips.
“Don’t fucking ‘Rowan’ me, Dad. First, I come back from a fucking fight Jett was supposed to be at for the entire weekend?—“
Jett shoves me off of him like I weigh nothing, and I stumble back, trying my best to smite him with my gaze.
He rubs his jaw, a smirk tugging at his lips. It only pisses me off more. One punch from him and I’m on the floor. One punch from me and he almost looks like he’s holding back a fucking laugh.
“I come back,” I continue with a frustrated groan, running my hands through my hair. “To find that Jett hasdruggedmy omega.”
“She’s not yours, baby bro?—“
“She is, and you fucking know it,” I snarl. “We won every single fucking fight this weekend. Thanks to me. Thanks to my training. Dad promised her to me, and you took her! And you’ve been fuckingkeeping her from me!”
I shake my head, fighting to collect myself. To keep myself calm. At least calm enough to get my words out.
“Not only have you drugged her, but you just fucking said that you don’t have the drug the facility used to stop her heat!”
