ALARIC POV
*Two face - Jack Daniels*
I should have known the moment we stepped into that room that there was no version of this that ended clean.
I couldn’t stop the rage bubbling up in my chest, not when I was looking at those poor women locked in f*****g giant bird cages and hearing champagne glasses clink in a place that reeked of fear and old blood, and the worst part wasn’t even the setting—
It was the men.
They didn’t hide it.
Didn’t even try.
They stood there like this was normal, like this was routine, like buying a life was no different than buying a f*****g car, voices low and amused, shoulders relaxed, wolves brushing against the surface just enough to taste what was coming, anticipation sitting in the air like a sickness.
Drake was pressing so hard against my ribs it hu
