Page 31 of No Escape

I find the question slipping from my lips before I can stop myself, and Valor snorts.

“They don’t want you to be comfortable. The more miserable they can make the omegas in their own space, the more likely you are to seek refuge with a pack.” The massive alpha shrugs, shoving what looks like half of a sandwich into his mouth.

Speaking of mouths…

Mine goes dry.

The mask covered half of his face earlier, but now I can see him in his full glory. He’s incredibly attractive, with wide features that would overpower any other face, but luckily for him, his square jaw is strong enough to support his thick lips and rounded chin.

He has that slightly hollowed look just under his cheekbones that makes his jawline even more impressive.

My body tingles as my mind helpfully reminds me how attracted I am to his scent. It’s an indescribable smell that almost reminds me of lightning or electricity. And I know it makes no sense, but that doesn’t make it any less true.

When he carried me in his arms, the only thing my system could focus on was how best to get his pheromones all over my skin.

I would have ended up licking him if he hadn’t put me on my feet.

My cheeks burn with the feeling that comes when I blush, and I mentally curse my complexion. No matter how hard I try, I still can’t force my eyes away from the stoic alpha.

The man who brought me to my cell said that Valor was here for the right reasons, even if he went about it the wrong way.

Or something to that effect.

And everything I’ve seen so far has proved that he’s not completely awful.

Hell, he was injured coming to my rescue.

He’s still bleeding from the cut in his eyebrow, and the one across the bridge of his nose seems to be barely clotting.

Everything happened so fast that I barely got to see him in action, but my instincts were majorly obsessed with the way he carted the two other alphas away.

Did he kill them?

He snags one of the bottles of water, cracks the lid, and brings it to his mouth. His T-shirt is so snug, it shows off each powerful muscle as he moves.

Omen appears in front of me while I’m still ogling his bondmate. He chuckles darkly, shoving a stack of clothing at my chest. “I gave you a couple of my joggers. Also a pair of Valor’s, but I’m sure they’ll fall right off of you. He’s sturdier than he looks.” Once I’m holding the clothes, he boops my nose. “You’ll find a few of his T-shirts in the pile. I figured you’d rather have something loose-fitting, and your tits might be pushing what my shirts can stretch to contain?—”

“Thank you,” I squeak, taking off for the bathroom. Like the one in the cell I was given, it doesn’t have a lock. Still, I was about three minutes away from ripping myself out of the horrid facility-assigned orange pants, so having some privacy to change is actually a step up.

I just have to get myself together enough to come up with a plan that includes what I have to offer—which isn’t much, but I still have to try.

* * *

“Stop,” Valor snarls, sounding dangerous and slightly unhinged.

It nearly causes me to scurry back inside the bathroom that I’m in the process of exiting.

“You’re a right fucking baby at times. You know that?” Omen laughs, stepping away from the table.

“The antiseptic stings,” the alpha grumbles, holding a paper towel to his eyebrow.

“Your nose should close up on its own, but the eyebrow could possibly do with a stitch or two.” Omen goes back to digging in the first aid kit that’s spread across the table.

“I’m fine. You’re crowding me,” Valor growls.

My chest gets tight from seeing exactly how swollen the area under his eye is. It’s hard to tell, but it looks like his nose is bruised in addition to the cut.

My stomach wobbles.

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