“One and only. Name’s Griffin. Now answer the fucking question.”
He throws his head back and lets out a bitter laugh, his voice hoarse from their earlier use of the shock collar.
“She was right, you give a shit about her,” he sneers, his lip curling back as he narrows his eyes on me.
My chest swells with pride at the thought of Mirabelle mentioning me to other people, but it’s quickly crushed when I notice the way this guy’s scarred knuckles shake as he reaches up and grips the bars of the door.
This guy has obviously been here a lot longer than I have, if the crazy scars on his body are any indication.
And whatever’s going on with Mirabelle has him spooked.
“Tell me,” I snap, my dominance exploding out from me as I feel my pulse roar through my veins. “What are they doing to Mirabelle?”
He lets out another sardonic laugh that just pisses me off even more.
“We’re being fucking played right now, don’t you see?”
“That’s not an answer to my fucking question!” I snap.
“Couple hours in that omega’s presence and we’re all twisted up into knots ‘cause we want to stick our knots in her.”
“That’s not—“ My jaw clamps shut at the eye roll he shoots at me.
“Don’t give me that ‘it’s not like that’ fucking bullshit. There’s a reason they cut off all her clothes.”
“Theywhat?” I snarl, my voice menacingly low. The metal bars of the door creak as I grip them with all my strength.
He tilts his head, peering at me.
“Guess they didn’t do that when she was with you,” he drawls.
“Did you fucking hurt her?” I bite out. There’s no point in asking if he touched her or not. I know the answer. Her scent is all over him.
“No,” he snaps. “I kept her alive. Not that it’s doing her any favors right now. She’ll probably wish she froze to death soon.”
“You’re a fucking asshole! Just—just tell me what’s fucking going on, man!” I slam my fist against the door, the clang echoing through the barn.
My mind races as I imagine all the horrible torture she could be enduring right now. If those fuckers had no qualms about cutting off her clothes and leaving her at the mercy of a feral alpha, then they really have no care for her at all.
Where the hell is Rowan? Why the fuck would he let this happen? He promised he’d protect her, and then this bullshit happens less than twelve hours later?
The fighter scrubs a hand down his face.
“This place has two fighters. Well, three now. You, me, and then...”
“Stop with the fucking suspense,” I snap.
“The guy’s been here for a really long time. Longer than me. Lot longer than me. Been here since he was a kid, I think. He—“ he shakes his head before he stares at me, his jaw clenched. “There’s something wrong with his head. He’s not up there anymore. Can barely talk. Always fucking angry.”
“’Cause of the drugs?” I ask, fear skating down my spine.
“Yeah. He didn’t even remember his name when I got here, and I’ve been here eight years. But I think he doesn’t talk much ‘cause of an old injury. Pretty sure someone stomped on his neck when he was a kid.”
Holy shit. I don’t think I can even imagine what it would be like to be on these drugs for eight years, let alone however long this other guy’s been on them for.
“They call him Rage ‘cause that’s all he is now. Fucking angry. All the goddamn time.”
Fucking hell. That sounds like a miserable existence.
