Chapter 22
Sitting in his cell, Rafe hugged himself tight, relishing the hard rectangle of the tablet digging into his chest. A chance. He had a chance now to elude the hulking r****t who’d bought him. His gut contracted at the thought of Tommy Morton’s hands on him. What a hellish life they’d chosen for him! But now, thanks to Grant, his heaven-sent alpha, he had options.
The suppressant had done its work well enough that his brain, though still sluggish, was working again. His cheeks flushed as lurid images of his hormone-driven frenzy surfaced, but he dismissed his embarrassment as a pointless distraction. He had to get his s**t together for later. No point trying to break out until the night shift came on—fewer people, thinner security. While he waited, he had time to consider his op
