And worse—his mind refused to shut up.
Every mistake.
Every choice.
Every stupid, arrogant decision that led him here played on repeat behind his eyes.
He’d made enemies.
Too many enemies.
And now?
Now they had him.
The great Jonas. Alpha of Bloodhound pack. The man who used omegas like toys, who crushed betas into submission, who let his pack rot from the inside out—
Now he was lying in a cage, trembling like a newborn pup.
Fucking poetic.
He hated it.
He hated them.
He hated himself.
And just when the silence had begun to feel like it might swallow him whole—
Clang.
A door opened.
It echoed through the concrete walls like a thunderclap.
Jonas jolted upright.
It was the first sound he’d heard in… hours? Days?
His pulse spiked. His senses flared.
Footsteps.
Measured.
