Ezra
Zeke’s fury turned toward me. His teeth clenched. “What’s your interest in her, huh?” he asked. “Why do you care about some omega who doesn’t even belong to you?”
A muscle in my jaw feathered. It was a question I didn’t want to answer to myself. “What is your interest in her that you punished her, and not anyone else despite knowing that I bribed them?” Surprisingly, he cringed for a moment. I continued, “I care that you threw an innocent girl into a cell over your bruised ego.” I couldn’t reveal my interest in her. Anyway, it was my wolf’s interest, not mine.
He snorted. “Bullshit.”
“I give you five minutes,” I said flatly, ignoring him. “Five minutes to free her. Or I give the order.”
“You’re threatening war over an omega?”
“You threatened her life over a dance.” What the he
