“Fine,” Angelica finally says and fear squeezes my throat. “But don’t touch the cage.”
The dark-skinned alpha immediately releases the bars, leaning away from me. His swift movement surprises me. I didn’t think alphas were capable of doing what they were told without a fight.
“There’s a very loud alarm on it.” Angelica points to one side of the cage. “And if it goes off, my menwillshoot first and ask questions later.” Her bright blue eyes flash with excitement as she threatens the pair.
“They won’t touch her until I return,” Killian says like he’s sure of that fact. “Basil?” He looks down at the dark-skinned alpha, making his long hair fall into his face. “Don’t text Jeremy until I get back.”
Basilgives him a boyish smile and says, “Yes, alpha.” He lets out a soft laugh and my body begins to tingle.
Stop it,I silently command myself.You don’t want this alpha. You hate him. You hate all of them. Even Jeremy. Whoever he is….
How many more alphas could there be in their pack?
How many more violent men will I be forced to suffer?
A frightened breath slips from between my lips as Angelica escorts Killian away from my cage. Leaving me all alone with the two alphas. I half expect them to pry the metal bars apart and crawl over me, but neither one of them moves a muscle—at least not until the footsteps fade.
Once silence settles over us, Basil’s hands slowly slide back around the bars. Leaning down, he brings his face as close to mine as he can. “Tristan?” he says to the larger alpha, keeping his eyes on me. “Have you ever seen anything so small?”
Tristan?
I look up at the big alpha, wishing I could laugh. The name doesn’t fit him at all. He looks like the kind of alpha that rips trees out by their roots for the fun of it. His name should be Brutus or Tank. Anything but Tristan.
“She really is little.” Tristan moves a little closer, still looking down at me. His chest is unbelievably broad with bulging biceps that pull at his too-tight shirt. His hair is buzzed very short like the patch of hair on his chin.
Basil, on the other hand, is smaller in comparison, but he’s still at least ten times bigger than me. But there’s something pleasing about the way he looks. His textured black hair is twisted at the ends, similar to the chest hair dusted across his dark pecs. But it’s his kind eyes that capture my attention. They’re so pale with long, dark lashes. He looks stunning. Sinful.
My fingers twitch, wanting so badly to touch him.
I fucking hate these drugs.
“She smells good,” Tristan says, pushing up his sleeves. He has a tattoo around one of his forearms. It’s a few lines and dots,reminding me of old pictures of tribal alphas. “I’ve never seen an omega in person before,” he says and Basil’s head snaps up.
“Really?” The alpha’s eyes go wide like it's hard to believe.
“Have you?” Tristan asks, his voice lifting as if shocked.
“Once.” Basil slowly turns back to me. I blink but my eyes refuse to open back up.I’m so sleepy.“When I was a kid,” the alpha continues. “We were celebrating my mom’s birthday at a very nice restaurant. A pack came in. All the alphas were wearing designer suits and flashing expensive watches. And they had an omega with them. She was stunning. Short and curvy with long, curly red hair. I still remember what she smelled like.” He hums as if savoring the memory.
Tristan shifts, and I force my eyelids to lift. The big alpha kneels next to Basil, staring right at my face. But the look in his brown eyes isn't violent or lust-filled. It’s sad. Just like Basil.
I don’t like it.
I’m not an object to be pitied.
“It’s okay, omega,” Tristan whispers, trying to soothe me, but the tender words sound so strange coming from such a beastly-looking man. “No one will ever hurt you again.” He places his hand on Basil’s back, caressing his packmate in long, soft strokes. It’s a sweet touch, but weird at the same time. I mean, the alpha looks like a weapon, meant to destroy and kill. Not someone capable of affection.
Especially, with another alpha.
Their kind are hard and dangerous, not known to give embraces or gentle words. Hell, my fathers didn’t even touch one another. In fact, I’m convinced they actually hate each other.
“I’m sorry to interrupt.” A nurse with dark brown hair comes into view and Tristan shoots up, taking a step away from Basil. “I need to give your omega a shot.”
“More medicine?” Tristan’s eyes narrow at the object in the nurse’s hand. He looks angry. Or maybe he’s just frustrated. I’m not sure.
“Yes, sir.” The nurse edges around my cage, slipping her thin arms between the bars. She rubs a stinky alcohol wipe over my upper arm. I can’t help but picture my whole body covered in blood, dirt, and grime, except for this one teeny spot. “A small pinch,” she says before pushing a needle into my arm.
It burns, forcing a soft whimper from my throat. Both alphas tense at the sound, and Basil lets out a rolling purr. It instantly relaxes me. One by one, my vertebrae relax and my abs soften. I didn't even know they were clenched.
