When Jael was right next to the captive, it was easy to figure out that it was a young Alpha. He was filthy and injured and seemed to have been trapped here for a good long while.
"Where is your boss?" Jael broke the tense silence, crouching down next to the Alpha to cut off his bonds.
He took out a pocket knife, the ropes were old and scratchy, burning bruises onto his thin wrists.
At the door, Tony had gone completely pale, his eyes rolling back in his head from fear.
The scrawny Beta wouldn't dare to speak to Jael directly, so he kept his lips clamped, glaring darkly at Rae, who was putting on quite the show right in front of them.
"That's him! That's fucking Rae!" Nash snarled hatefully, beady eyes glinting with the strength of his emotions. He wanted nothing more than to cross the room and strangle the life out of the two-timing, evil Alpha.
