Dakor
An auction house.
Where they trafficked Omegas like cattle. Not that I cared much about the omegas but these bastards had been having their activities right under my nose, so f*****g close to my territory, and I hadn't known a damned thing about it. The very idea of it made my blood boil. My skin tingled with fury, and just beneath, I could feel my claws begging to be let loose, begging for a chance to make someone or something pay.
And yet, that wasn't the only reason why I was infuriated.
The fire in the hearth crackled, each pop and hiss sounding like a gunshot in the oppressive silence of the study. I paced before it, a suffocating heat radiated from the flames, yet it did nothing to warm the knot of ice coiled deep in my gut.
I brought them here.
My hand curled into
