Fated Tragedy
“Who pissed you off that bad? Me? Flattering. But I didn’t train with you that day—hell, not even that week. And yet there’s an unreported alarm in the system, one you shut off half an hour before your shift ended. No incident logged. No report filed. So tell me—who the fuck did you meet that night?”
He stayed silent, shaking, and that was enough to snap my restraint.
I stood, grabbed the chair I’d been sitting on, and smashed it across his head with a growl that echoed through the jail.
The bastard barely flinched.
The chair I’d smashed across his head wasn’t wood—it was metal. On any omega, it would have laid them flat, unconscious long enough for the dentist to stroll in and yank their fa