“Not yet,” Dr. Bishop responded, speaking for the first time with the voice that had haunted my dreams for years. “Jericho said…”
“Fuck Jericho,” Glen hissed, his voice low as if he was scared of someone overhearing.
Dr. Bishop glanced at me, and I thought I saw fear in his eyes.
“We have to follow protocol,” he said, turning back to Glen.
Glen kicked the table holding the tray of instruments, his face twisted into a hideous pout.
“Fine,” he bit out, roughly undoing the leather straps holding me to the table. “Don’t worry, little bird,” he said, his hand brushing against my breasts as he unhooked me. “I won’t let you fly too far.”
The rest of the straps fell away. Sharp pain radiated from my arm, a burning reminder of what they had done. A reminder that I was dirty, tainted.
Move! Get away from them!The voice in my head screamed at me, but I just lay there, frozen. Finally, Glen gave me a push off the table. My legs crumpled beneath my weight and I collapsed on the floor, my knees hitting the ground hard.
My mind was too muddled to understand what I was supposed to do—all I could focus on were my aching knees and how upset my alphas would be if they bruised.
My bra and sweater landed next to me. I reached for them, not recognizing my own hands. Whose body was this? It didn’t feel like mine anymore. Maybe it never had been.
I fumbled with my bra, my fingers shaking too hard to do up the clasp. Finally, I gave up. The need to be covered was more important than getting my bra on. I pulled my sweater shakily over my head, keeping my eyes glued to the floor.
“Get up,” Glen snarled.
I heard his words but couldn’t make sense of them in my head.
“Fucking spoiled omega,” Dr. Bishop said, kicking me in the ribs. I collapsed on the ground, automatically curling into a protective ball. His boot caught on my sweater and snagged it, ripping a small hole in the side.
My breath caught in my throat. Theo had picked out my sweater, and now it was ruined. I bit my lip to keep from crying.
Angry voices and bitter alpha scents swirled around me, but all I could do was run my finger along the tear in my sweater. Maybe it could be repaired?My alphas will know what to do. I breathed in deeply. At least the sweater still had their scents on it.
“Omega, get up!”
Glen’s alpha bark rang through the air, and my omega whined with the need to obey. Somehow, my clumsy limbs found their way underneath me until I was upright.
Glen laughed, the maniacal sound bouncing off the walls. “At least we know it works.”
I swayed on my feet.
“For fuck’s sake,” Dr. Bishop said, gripping my arm tightly. Glen grabbed my other arm, pressing down on the fresh wound. I screamed in agony.
Glen smirked. “Guards are standing by to arrest the alphas if they fight us.”
Bile burned my throat. They had planned this to have an excuse to separate our pack.
I tried to stay upright, to look as normal as possible so my alphas wouldn’t lose their shit when they saw me. I wished I could warn them, but the hallway walls were spinning, and I couldn’t figure out how to move my legs normally. Glen and Dr. Bishop dragged me until we entered the lobby, the brightness from the sunlight bouncing off the white marble floors.
I lifted my head, my unfocused eyes scanning the room until I found them.
The emotional numbness that fell over me the moment Glen and Dr. Bishop walked into the room started to crack.
Ben, Cam, and Theo stood in the center of the lobby, their eyes filled with horror.
ChapterThree
Theo
“No,” Ben gasped, his eyes wide.
