“Is that why you were in his car?” he asks, and I shove his chest, my eyes going to Jaxson, who looks away, of course he does. He isn’t going to correct his friend. Instead, he just pretends nothing is happening. I shove Ryker, and his grip only tightens.
“What’s wrong, Auggie?” Ryker purrs, using an old nickname they used when we were kids, though now it sounds cruel leaving his lips. “Happy to throw yourself at Jaxson. What, in the hope that he won’t banish you once you get your wolf?” Ryker laughs.
“Maybe I can be persuaded to keep you… In my basement. I bet you’d look great tied to a bed on your back because we all know that’s the only thing Omegas are good for!” he all but spits at me. I shake my head when thankfully the chef rings the bell behind us, and he smirks, letting me go.
