BOUND BY ONE DEAL
"James, you promised"
"Listen to me very carefully," James cut him off, his voice slicing through the air like a blade. "You are bound to me by contract. You are my slave, an Omega living under my roof, under my rules. You don't get to trap me, and you certainly don't get to play games with me. If you think a kid makes you my equal or forces my hand, you'd better wake up."
The words hit Logan like a physical blow. The small spark of hope in his chest was instantly snuffed out, replaced by a cold, sickening horror. James’s promise had been nothing but empty words. To James, he was nothing more than a subordinate, an obedient tool to be controlled.