“I’ve heard you are not speaking, Omega.” I was outside the cell staring back inside the almost identical that Tyler had been kept in. I didn’t care about the silver chains around the man’s wrist this time. He clearly had them off, making me even madder, so they were treating a threat to this pack better than my mate, who was still in the medical wing!
“Why would I? I’m not speaking to some barking Beta, no matter how much he thinks he looks brooding with that haircut….” Baxter Kingsley smirked, turning around slowly to my stone face. He didn't look scared that I was here, more like he finally had gotten what he wanted seeing me standing in the hallway dressed in black, wanting him to take me seriously, seeing that he did smirk at my arrival.
“You have two choices, either you tell me why
