I don’t know whether it’s the cocktail of drugs they have me on that’s makingallmy alpha instincts go into overdrive, but it’s almost like I turn into a snarling animal at the sight of her writhing around on the ground in pain.
Jett clicks the remote off, and the omega’s piercing screams quiet to gasping sobs that still stab into my heart with every sound.
“What part of the training plan were you on?” Jett asks the older trainer.
“Uh, kneeling, sir.”
“Seriously? You’ve had all night,” Jett huffs. He turns his sharp gaze to me, that disgusting smirk tugging at his lips again. “Well, you know what’s coming. Be a good little doggy for us and kneel.”
My chest heaves, and my vision is hazy around the edges from how fucking furious I am.
“When instructions are given, I expect you to follow them,” Jett growls, lifting the remote up threateningly.
My gaze quickly darts to the omega’s trembling form, and my jaw clenches so hard it creaks.
I lower myself to my knees, my shoulders straining as my arms are pulled behind me with the motion. I don’t, for a single second, drop my glare from the fucker’s smug face.
“Good boy,” Jett snickers.
He turns his attention to the omega, and my chest grows tight with panic.
“I followed your stupid fucking instructions! What are you doing? Leave her alone!” I roar.
“Eh,” he shrugs. “You may have eventually done what you were supposed to, but she was stupid.”
He stands above her trembling form.
“Don’t think I didn’t notice you trying to crawl away, you stupid bitch,” he hisses.
“I—I’m sorry,” she says. It’s the first time I’ve heard her speak. Her voice is soft, almost melodic. It clashes with the surrounding room. “Please, I?—“
Her protests are cut short when he grabs one of her legs and starts dragging her back to the center of the room.
“Stop it! Let her go!” I roar.
Her wide eyes meet mine, and I see tears sliding down her pale, freckled cheeks.
Jett and the old trainer easily manage to subdue her flailing legs. There’s a click as they lock a thick metal cuff around one of her ankles, chaining her to an anchor point in the center of the room.
“So you don’t think of going anywhere again,” Jett says with a maniacal grin, patting her upper thigh before standing.
Everything about this situation infuriates me. The sight of this poor omega chained to the floor like a dog. The way they’ve hurt her, so casually. The smug, triumphant look on Jett’s face as he stands in front of me.
“I think you’re understanding now what it really means to be a dog for the Mercer family stable,” Jett says. “And you will heel.”
My jaw clenches, but I keep my mouth shut. I know he’s won this battle.
Even if it’s stupid, even though I know it’s exactly what this sadistic fuck wants, I will not let this innocent omega get hurt because of me.
“You’d better be prepared for your actual training later,” Jett calls over his shoulder as they all leave the torture chamber.
The thick metal door slams shut, the lock clicking into place, leaving me alone with the omega.
CHAPTER 7
Mirabelle
Ican’t stop shaking. It’s so bad my teeth are chattering together.
