The Next Morning
The cold water splashed on my face, forcing my eyes open. The man who’d poured the freezing water on me still clutched the bowl, a smug grin plastered across his face.
“Morning, sunshine,” he said mockingly.
It was the same man… the one I had spat on, the one who choked me until I passed out. The same bastard I had fought with every ounce of strength I had left.
“I thought you died,” he added with a cruel laugh, teasing me like this was all just a game. My anger simmered beneath the surface, threatening to reveal itself.
“Hey, you!” he called out to another man standing near the door.
“Yes, Damion,” the man answered, revealing the name of my tormentor.
“Take this omega to the room,” Damion commanded, still smirking.
The man nodded respectfully, then grabbed my ar
