“Let’s go.”Phantom’s voice was tense, and he nodded his head in the direction of the exit. His usually warm, freckled skin looked sallow with worry, and I almost chuckled—as usual, poor Phantom was far too sane to be trapped in this place with the rest of us.
Sin relaxed, gun hand lowering. To my surprise, our little moonlight omega ducked under his arm, and next thing any of us knew, scrambled up onto his back, arms locking together around his neck. Then she buried her face into the crook of his shoulder, eyes squeezing tightly shut.
Sin, prideful fuck that he was, gave the gaping crowd (because I wasn’t the only one with a bug-eyed expression) a smug grin, before beginning towards the hallway.
PHANTOM
We were so boned.
Ten days.Ten fucking dayswe had to survive before wemighthave been free of this godforsaken place.
Three years after being sent down to Anarchy, an alpha got their appeal—one he could bring his pack along for. This would be attempt number two for us, since we’d missed out on our first—which was mine. That had been a month ago.
It should be simple: three calls over the intercom a few minutes apart. Once the first sounded, a pack had half an hour to get to the waiting room. It was the single elevator shaft to freedom—though enter at the wrong time, and your bodies would be sent back for disposal.
But it didn’t take half an hour to walk from one side of Anarchy to the other, so none of itshouldbe hard—that was except for thealphas.
Unfortunately, we had enemies who’d planned for it, and getting down that hallway would have seen us slaughtered.
Since then we’d been holding onto every favour we had, in hopes it would be enough to buy us protection.
Both Karma and I had entered this place around the same time; Vandle and Sin—they’d been about a year and a half later, so it was this, or get stuck down here for another eternity.
I couldn’t do it.
Now we’d be a pile of corpses before the week was out.
Sin hoisted her more securely on his back as we made our way down the back hallways to our cell with the Emerald and Wakefield packs flanking us.
I hovered between Sin and the Wakefield’s since they were newer allies—ones we’d tried to secure after the mess that had been my appeal call. Finnian, one of the Wakefield alphas recognizable by the spray paint stains constantly marring his arms and clothing, got on well enough with Karma—they’d brawl in the gym occasionally, and spray painted murals together.
Him and his whole pack enjoyed turning up to Sin’s ‘performances’ a little too much for my comfort, though. It was something the whole Wakefield pack had been eager to join inon—and was the premise of our alliance. Their pack had eight alphas, which made them useful allies, but… also more of a threat.
But at least their pack lead Sterling wasn’t here—I wasn’t a fan of him. Itcouldbe the braided necklace of torn up fabric he wore around his neck. The same one he dipped in the blood of the alphas he killed.
We were all a little off our rockers in here, but that shit was insane. And it smelled disgusting.
Right now, Finnian’s eyes were flicking between Sin and the female omega a little too intently. I shifted my gait so he had less of a view before realizing he wasn’t alone. There wasn’t an alpha with us who could keep their gazes averted, and the Emerald pack omega, Justin (and known brat), was openly ogling as if he might get an invite into our cell tonight.
“Name?” Sin asked, tilting his head as he walked down the hall. His voice was a welcome distraction.
“Me?” Her voice was a soft whisper. She still had her eyes closed.
“Yup.”
“Crescent.” She tried really hard to whisper it just for Sin, but both Karma and I had edged closer.
“Beautiful,” Sin murmured back to her.
I caught what was definitely the wobble of a smile on her face. I did a double take, catching her shuffle in his grip, opening her mouth just slightly and grazing his skin with her teeth. Then she froze, biting her lip, one golden eye sneaking open, clearly anxious that anyone had seen what she’d just done. By the flood of glee down the bond from Sin, he’d felt her nip.
I averted my gaze, clearing my throat. But when I caught Karma’s eye, he looked delighted.
She was, uh…attached.
Already.
But it was Sin, so of course she fucking was.