Viktor heard what the dominant omega asked, her voice was trembling in the suddenly quiet trade room. The air was still thick with the smell of gunpowder, spilt drinks, and blood.
The distant thump of the club's music upstairs had finally been cut off, leaving only the heavy breathing of the team and the soft whimpers of the chained Omegas. Viktor sighed deeply, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at her.
She sat on the floor, back against the wall, clutching her bleeding hand, eyes wide with a mix of fear and defiance.
