Alice’s POV
“And from there i had been tossed from pack to pack as either an omega help, or a rut-slave.” I bit my lip a little and drew blood, the years of neglect and filth making my skin itch. “Last year I was sold to a male called Duvall Gibbons. He-he calls himself a procurer of flesh and has… well… he has w***e houses around the city. I was somehow traded into one to pay off a debt and he selected me and a number of new girls to go to a party a few nights ago.”
I took a breath to steady myself, my eyes glued to the table as I kept sight of the male out of my peripheral. He hadn’t moved since constable Myra brought him in, all except when he moved his hands together and started twisting a wedding band with a gem that had a crack in it. I couldn’t help but focus on it for a minute as
