“Yeah, that sounds like a total crock of bullshit.”
“What?”
“Sounds like propaganda or something,” he shrugs. “I think they were full of shit. No one who keeps an entire group of omegas captive has good motives, if you ask me.” His expression sobers as he looks down at me, brushing a strand of messy hair away from my face. “No one who keeps a single fucking omega captive has good motives.”
I lean my head against his muscular arm, hiding my face from his intense gaze. I don’t know what to say to that.
If anyone said those words to me a couple of weeks ago before all of this happened, I don’t think I would’ve listened. Now, I’m not so sure.
Ash stiffens, a growl building up in his chest.
“What’s wrong?”
“Someone’s fucking coming,” he snaps, baring his teeth as he glares at the door.
“How—how can you guys tell these things?” I ask, glancing at the door and seeing nothing.
“Got better senses than you. Now get the fuck up.”
“Wh—what?”
“Stand up and go to the center of the room,” he growls, gripping my shoulders and hauling me to my feet. It’s not a painful hold, but it definitely isn’t gentle. “Now!”
I hurry to follow his instructions, nearly tripping on the chain that’s still around my ankle.
I glance at him over my shoulder as I wrap my arms over my chest and take a seat, trying to hide some of my nakedness.
I wasn’t lying earlier when I told him that being naked was a normal thing back at the facility. There were the showers and themedical exams, but even though those could be awkward or nerve-inducing, they’re nothing compared to the fear I feel at the thought of being naked around the handlers here. Especially Jett.
If there were anything left to vomit in my system, I’d probably throw up at the thought of his rough hand drifting between my thighs.
Just as Ash predicted, the door slams open and Jett strolls in, the same two younger trainers from last night coming in behind him, their feet dragging on the concrete floor beneath them.
Jett’s eyes are bloodshot, almost wild.
His eyes lock onto me, his nostrils flaring.
“Rise and fucking shine,omega,” he snaps, saying my designation like a slur. “You survived.”
I just remain silent and frozen. Part of my brain hopes if I don’t move he’ll leave me alone, but I know that’s stupid.
He turns his cutting gaze to Ash.
“Your scent is all fucking over her,” he says, his cutting gaze turning to Ash. “I’m surprised you didn’t fuck her. I certainly would’ve.”
Ash’s snarl is vicious.
“Ahhh, protective already, are we? Perfect,” Jett sneers as he stalks towards me.
“Where—where are you taking me?” I squeak out as Jett roughly grips my leg to unlock the cuff.
“There’re three dogs, remember?”
At his words, Ash seems to lose his hold on his control, and a terrifying roar echoes off the walls of the barn.
“No! Don’t you fucking dare take her there!” He spits out.
He seems to launch himself at the nearest trainer, kicking his legs up into the air and wrapping them around the trainer’s neck before both of them slam into the ground.
