The man pouts and grumbles for a bit longer. Since there's nothing better to do, I watch. He's incredibly handsome—in an edgy way. His black hair is messy and a little greasy. His jawline is strong as hell, and his eyebrows are constantly pulled together. He reminds me of one of those guys who would look good with a shiny black motorcycle beneath him.
His sigh brings me out of my admiration haze. "My name is Riot," he introduces himself, slumping onto the edge of his bed.
Riot...Yeah, total bad boy vibes with this one. Even his parents knew from his birth that he was destined to be broody and mean.
"What's your name?"
I don't say anything.
Riot raises an eyebrow and smirks. The tilt of his lips isn't a nice one though. No, this alpha is pissed, and right now he can only direct it at me. I wait for the moment he realizes I'm mute and his attitude changes, but it never comes.
"Somehow," he drawls and rolls his eyes, "I had a feeling you wouldn't respond. Not talking to me seems totally on par with what I've already experienced with you."
My eyes droop. Who knows what he's going on about, but I'm exhausted and battling my mates’ fear in the bond is stealing all the energy I have. I'm not used to this. We're an open mind, open feelings, kind of pack.
I'm grateful I know how to block them from my misery and whatever awaits, but I wish I never had to use it. I bet Amaya felt the same way...
"You falling asleep on me already, huh?"
The rumble of Riot's voice doesn't disturb me. I easily slip into a sleep so deep I hope I'll be recharged when I wake. Let's also hope Riot doesn't cause any more issues while I'm out.
I wake to growled threats and banging on bars. What really restarts my brain is being called a whore. "Wake up, whore!"
Slowly, becausefuck that guy, I sit up. It takes a lot of effort, but I hide my cringe and stuttered breathing at the way my brain throbs. Shit, when I saw the gun coming at me, I didn't think it would hurt this bad. Being pistol whipped fucking sucks.
"Hurry up, bitch!"
Frowning, I swing my legs over the side of the bed and take my first look at the asshole shouting at me. He'shugeand absolutely terrifying. Honestly, if this man could garner respect from anyone instead of fear, he'd be a force to be reckoned with. Alas, he's just a prick drunk on power.
I blink at him. The bushy beard on his face hides his angry blush, but I don't need to see his complexion to know he's about to hulk out. He's clearly not in charge around here because nobody who runs an operation like this one can manage it with the temper this guy has.
"Stand up!"
Does he have volume control?Forcing my eyeballs not to roll at his power trip, I blink again.Why would I stand for him?
There's a quiet curse in the other cell, making me glance at Riot.What's his problem?Narrowing my eyes at the alpha, I raise an eyebrow.What did you do while I was asleep?
"Look atme, omega whore!"
This time I can't control my facial expressions and my nose scrunches up.This guy clearly didn't get enough attention when he was a child.Is it right for me to blame the parents, though?Maybe he didn't have any parents and that's why he's an abusive fuckwad.
Whoa, I'll need to curb the nasty thoughts before I go home.Kade would have a fit if he heard these thoughts.Imagining my alpha's reaction makes me laugh a little.
"Fucking hell, really?" Riot glowers at me.
"STAND UP!"
Thatmakes me jump. A chill skitters down my spine when I see saliva dripping from the guard’s chin.Damn...
Unfortunately for the beast, I freeze instead of complying. I do find fascination in the very obvious vibrating going through his large body. Maybe he shouldn't have told me to do something if I wasn't going to do it, you know?
Now if my mates told me to stand, I would. They've earned the ease with which I trust them. My submission is for my pack. I may be an omega, but that doesn't mean shit in the face of a threat. I have pretty sharp teethandI keep my nails long and healthy.
The guard switches gears when he realizes I'm not doing jack shit. Yet, he still tells me to do something. "Take off your shirt."
That draws a little hiss out of me. By little, I mean my upper lip curls and I release as big of a warning signal as I can. There is absolutely no fucking way I'll bare myself to anyone but my pack.
"Shit. Fuck," Riot mutters, pacing his cell with his hands in his hair.
