Page 149 of Bitter Truths

“Does it look like they give a fuck that I’m damaged?”

That’s my girl. My fierce, fearless, perfect omega.

Then all hell breaks loose.

Whitney lunges, hands going for Bianca’s throat. But our omega is faster, grabbing Whitney’s wrist and twisting until something pops—that must be how she injured her hand.

And then… fuck me, then Bianca jumps on her, completely nude and absolutely feral.

Whitney looks up from her phone, studying our faces with sick satisfaction.

“You’re all hard,” she observes with vicious delight. “Disgusting. I wonder if you will find it so arousing when I strap her to a table in front of your cages and let twenty alphas run through her while you watch.”

The rage flooding through us is so intense that the air itself feels combustible.

Whitney’s smile is evil. She picks up one of her favorite behavior correction tools: a metal baton crackling with electricity.

“Now, let’s fix your little problem.”

The first shock hits Owen, and he roars, body convulsing against the cage bars. The smell of burned flesh fills the air.

Another shock. Freddie’s scream echoes off the walls.

“They can fuck her to death for all I care,” Whitney is yelling now, approaching my cage.

The electricity tears through my nervous system, but I force myself to stay upright—to meet her eyes.

Weller takes his shock without making a sound.

Whitney steps back, breathing hard.

She dials a number on her cell phone.

A few seconds later, she says, “Daddy, get over here right now!”

Her voice echoes off the concrete, shrill and desperate.

“I need those injections!”

She starts pacing again, phone pressed to her ear.

“Daddy, please. They’ve been off them too long.”

A pause.

“Fuck your meetings! I need you here! They’re looking at me like they want to kill me!”

Another pause. Longer this time.

“Fine. But hurry.”

She ends the call, turning back to us with wild eyes.

“He’s coming,” she announces. “And when he gets here, we’re going to get you working properly again.”

She approaches the cages again, that electric baton still sparking.

“But until then, let’s talk about tonight’s little get-together. About what you’re going to do to me in front of all those important investors.”