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AMAYA

F uck. Fuck!

What do I do? What do I do ?!

Maybe I don't need to do anything. If it makes Kallan spitting angry, then it must be good for me, right?

He's been on the phone for a few minutes now, and with each passing second, his body coils tightly with rage. I swear I sense a little fear in his demeanor too. He's even ripped his mask off, probably too stressed to have it on.

What's got him so stressed? I wonder to myself, my head cocking like an animal seeking out a weakness in its prey.

The curiosity and a bit of sass bubbles and bubbles until they boil over to taunt my abuser. "Scared, Kallan ?"

I'm bluffing, obviously. I have no clue what's going on, but Shan and Greg sure seem to think he's in some kind of trouble. Kallan doesn't even hear me, too lost in his phone. My buyers, though, they start circling my crouched form like vultures. Hissing, I snap my teeth at them, kind of enjoying this new feral side of me.

Maybe my omega can run the show from now on. I much prefer this instinctual feisty version of myself to the fearful girl I've been for as long as I can remember.

"Don't touch her," Kallan snaps, and gestures for the guards.

No amount of growling and teeth baring will wipe away the abuse my body has suffered. I'm malnourished, exhausted, and everything hurts.

Kallan stomps out of the torture chamber with an order thrown over his shoulder. "Lock her up. I have work to do."

The lackeys grab my biceps in punishing grips, but still I thrash and snarl.

'No touch! Not theirs!'

I hold lightly onto my grip of control, not fully allowing my omega free rein, but worried this new tension radiating through the warehouse will be the thing to finally break me. Or maybe I'm already broken.

'Protect,' my omega whispers through my brain.

No, I'm okay , I push back.

'No,' she insists, even as our body fights the meaty hands dragging us back to our cage. 'You protect me. Protected me. My turn. You rest. I protect.'

My eyes burn with the emotion of the connection I'm building with my other half, while my body fights the sickening touch of anyone other than my mates.

I try to soothe her frantic energy as we get closer to the cage. I'm here .

'You rest now.' She pushes me, our consciousnesses battling to protect each other from whatever new torment is about to occur.

There's something going on. Something big. Phones are ringing. Alphas are raging and kicking cages as they rush past. Omegas whimper and cower while a few reach through their cages to attempt an attack on the distracted assholes.

Something is happening. I fear it will be the end.

The end of what, though?