Page 21 of No Escape

They’re going to eat her alive.

I’m not even an alpha, and I can sense her fear.

Maggie and most of the others in her group are busy trying to console the sobbing newcomer while the others hold the alphas back. They appear to have forgotten the pretty omega who seems to have a propensity for being chased.

Well, at least she’s not a crying heap.

She shoves the plastic tray at the alpha crowding her personal space and takes off.

I jump up on the closest table and bang my hand on the metal grate ceiling. The staff almost never interacts with us, but they do supervise from the second floor. The hallways, the cafeteria, and the gym have the same metal grate ceiling that they can view us through. It was strange at first to see them walking around above our heads, but I’ve grown accustomed to it.

At least the rooms have privacy.

“Mags, you seem to have lost one of your bunnies.” I slam my palm against the metal again in an attempt to catch her attention, but she’s shoving away Santos.

A knight in shining armor, I am not.

And I still find myself bouncing from table to table, following after the pretty new omega.

She has Sergei and Vladimir hot on her heels. They’re two men Valor and I avoid—and not solely due to their bad breath and general dislike of routine showers.

The omega bolts toward the corridor that leads to the women’s rooms. At least, that’s where the staff puts new female inhabitants. Once they’ve settled in, they can pick a new room wherever they’d like, as long as it’s not already occupied. Maggie only allows male omegas to reside on her side. It’s a safety precaution to protect any of the omegas who aren’t ready to interact with the alphas.

Not all the omegas who make their way into the facility are hesitant, but I’ve often wondered if that speaks to how they came to be here. When they’re brought in, some look a bit rough. You can tell they haven’t had an easy life, and that’s not me being a judgmental dick.

Valor and I are street rats. I can recognize where they came from because they remind me of the people I knew growing up.

Reaching the final table, I jump down and pivot toward the hallway.

My shoes echo against the linoleum tiles as I pick up my pace. The woman’s shrieks fill the air, and I don’t have to guess which direction to head when I hit the next corridor. This entire place is basically one big box—or the main hallways are. The ones that run off the main corridors can get a little more complicated, but both sides of the unit are duplicates of one another.

I haven’t been on the women’s side of the block often, but I’ve paced the corridors bare on the men’s side, so I know what to expect.

A shrill scream rattles around the hallway, and some muffled sobbing that I can’t quite make out follows.

At least she’s fighting back.

I sigh, coming around the corner.

I’m going to have to talk with Mags about keeping better track of her things.

Vlad has the woman pinned to the brick wall with her wrists trapped together above her head and his meaty hand on her waist.

Sergei chuckles, getting close to her ear as he slaps a palm over her mouth. “No one is going to bite you, but feel free to open that pretty mouth and show your appreciation for our restraint.”

Christ.

They’re vile.

She struggles, shoving off the wall with her arse and trying to twist away.

It’s useless.

One alpha would be enough to keep her in place—let alone two.

She screams again, and Sergei’s palm muffles the sound.

Glancing up at the ceiling, I check for any of the guards. You’d think they would be around to at least supervise this type of situation, but that’s expecting too much of the staff.

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