CHAPTER 18
THE WEIGHT OF IT
Alex shoved the door open hard enough that the wood cracked against the wall. He dragged Betty inside and slammed it shut. The lock clicked. He let go of her arm and she dropped to the floor.
She scrambled backward on her hands until her back hit the wall, coughing, dirt and dried blood still streaked across her skin. Her wrists were raw.
He stood over her, chest rising and falling too fast, eyes dark.
“You really thought you could run?” His voice was low, rough.
She didn’t answer. She only looked up at him, chin lifted.
He crouched in front of her, one hand braced against the wall beside her head. The heat of his body pressed in. “You think someone would come for you? That you matter enough to be found?” His breath brushed her cheek. “You’re an omega. No
