“I guess it would make sense Jett would want to test out his idea on the new guy first,” the other junior trainer says. “If I were taking bets, I’d say she wouldn’t last two minutes if she were tossedin with the others. Then all the money they spent on her would be for nothin’.”
Their words make my hackles rise. I shift my weight slowly, keeping tension on the chains so they don’t make too much noise as I move.
I want to be able to get to my feet if shit goes down. Not that I’d be able to do much, chained up like the dog they seem to call me, but still.
That’s when I hear it.
A pitiful, desperate cry.
I have to bite back the protective growl that wants to fight its way out of my chest.
I keep my head lowered, but at an angle where I can eye the door.
“Jett! Hello!” The older trainer says as the door opens, his voice betraying his nervousness. “Good morning to ‘ya.”
A brown-haired man in a cheap-ass suit that looks terribly out of place here enters the torture chamber. He drags behind him a tiny figure. A woman. A young woman, at that.
His hand is tangled in her red hair as he drags her along the filthy concrete. Her pale legs—covered in scratches and grime she must’ve gotten from being dragged through the dirt outside—kick out to try to get some leverage. He just continues to drag her cruelly along despite her protests.
Her sobs echo off the walls as she claws at his forearm, trying to fight his hold on her.
That’s when her scent hits me. Strawberry shortcake. Even with the way it’s sour and twisted with her terror, it’s still the most delicious perfume I’ve ever had the privilege of scenting.
Omega.
I can’t hold back my growl now.
I lift my head, baring my teeth, committing this man’s face to memory. I’ll kill this motherfucker too.
I don’t try to temper the fire pumping through my veins. I let them all see a glimpse of the monster they’re fucking making.
Jett just flashes me a smug smirk before tossing her down onto the ground. Her shoulders tremble as she slowly pushes herself up.
Her big emerald green eyes are wide with terror, bouncing between the alphas in the room. Even filled with fear, I can’t help but notice how pretty her eyes are.
“Seems you’ve taken a little liking to my gift here, mutt,” Jett chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest.
His dominance explodes out from his body, and I instantly know he’s using some of the drugs they’ve been forcing into my body. Maybe not at the same dosages, but there’s just something about it that gives him away.
He’s strong, but he’d be no match against me, no matter how many drugs he took. Not even if I were stone-cold sober.
I don’t know whether it’s brave, naïve, or stupid—probably a combination of all three—but with Jett’s attention turned towards me, the omega takes that opportunity to crawl away from the group of posturing alphas.
“Fuck off,” I snarl, my attention snapping back to the real threat in the room. My dominance erupts from me, clashing with his hard enough to make the other trainers in the room cough uncomfortably, even though they’re all alphas.
Jett tries to hide his wince, but I catch it. He knows the power I have. And it scares him, if the tightness around his beady eyes is any indication.
“Ah, ah, ah,” Jett says, pulling out a shock collar remote.
“You think that little thing fucking scares me?” I spit, daring him to press it. Anything to keep his eyes on me.
He makes a show of pressing the button, and I brace for the pain. But it never comes.
The omega collapses to the floor, clawing at the collar around her neck, her strangled screamsechoing off the walls.
I let out an instinctive roar, leaping to my feet. All the trainers in the room jump backwards as the chains creak.
It doesn’t even matter that I have no clue who this girl is. Every part of my mind and soul is screaming at me to protect her.
