WARNING: Suicidal Thoughts and sexual tension.

JASON'S POV.

I was trapped in this place, pacing around the small room, I almost tugged all of my hair off in frustration. What could I fucking do at this point? I got caught trying to break the window and mercilessly threatened to be killed if I try to escape. I even lost track of the time. It was a matter of time of course Lana to come and rescue me. I knew she'd be looking for me like a mad woman and I knew that she'd gather a team to search as well. I wasn't going to be here for long.  But of course, as time passed by, Lana never came and that made me lose myself a little by little between those four fucking walls. 

I almost felt like I was starting to hear voices in my head from the silence, the loneliness. . . there were shouts outside, some noises and I couldn't tell what exactly was happening. It all frightened me to no end. 

I was powerless against my captor.

I was kidnapped; I was sold to the first alpha and now was this my destiny? To spend the rest of my life like a prisoner? This wasn't the life I've wanted. I grew up believing that despite being an omega, I could do something meaningful with my life. 

My father was mad at me when I decided to go to law school and he even gave up on me as he has always told me that omegas were nothing but child carriers and housewives. I couldn't handle being discriminated by my own family for being born like this, after all . . . this wasn't my choice.

I managed to go through it, throughout the pain and the suffering of people always telling me how bad it was for omega to work and be unclaimed at such age. I thought I was strong willed but these past occurrences that happened to me, they all broke me down. I finally gave up on any hope of having bright future. I was an omega and there was going to be an alpha that would always force me to submit, despite all of my resistance.

This was in my nature.

So I've decided that instead of being forced to submit, I'd give up on my own life.

I'd probably find justice from the other side. I'll be happier there. Nobody would care.

"You can't do this, " Clarissa begged me not to, but I told her to give me the pills, it was useless someone to change my mind at this point. She refused to give them to me at the beginning, but I begged her and she caved eventually. I knew in what trouble I was putting her in, she knew it as well, and still she decided to help me.

During that time I spent locked up in that room, she was my only companion, talking to me when she brought me the food I didn't bother eating, or simply giving me some fresh clothes to wear. I was thankful for everything she was doing, despite being an order from that fucking brute.

Opening my eyes was the last thing I fucking expected. I still felt dizzy, my stomach was hurting like a bitch, so was my head. . . I was—alive?

This wasn't possible.

No, no, no, no.

I panicked. 

I can't be alive. My mind simply refused to accept that fact alone, but when I managed to see better, I saw Clarissa sitting at the edge of the bed as she was sewing something, too focused to realize I was awake.

"What—the hell. . ." I muttered out and the girl immediately lifted her head, letting out a soft gasp of relief.

"Jason, I am sorry but I—I couldn't . .. let you die. . . " I heard her wrecked voice, her red eyes and her pale face. She had been crying—for me? I tried to sit up but fell back immediately because that strong pain hit my stomach again.

"Don't try to move much, the doctor removed all of the pills you drank . . . you should rest. . ." she muttered out and scooted closer to me, putting some plush pillows behind my head so I can feel some sort of a comfort.

"Why did you do it? Why did you saved me. . . " I croaked out, my hands placing on my stomach where bandages were covering my bare skin. 

"Because you deserve a second chance, you deserve to see what life has in store for you—you can't give up on it that easily. " the female spoke to me, her lips dry and her face paler than marble. 

Was she right?

I couldn't decide. I was still in pain, my limbs felt numb. . . Sighing, I relaxed on the mattress and closed my eyes. 

"What about that brute? " I asked after a few minutes of silence.

"He was the one who . . . broke the bathroom door and called the doctor. "

That made me lift my head and hiss at the pain, "What?" I asked and furrowed my eyebrows. This guy was planning to kill me when I tried to escape, I felt a little confused as of to why he would save such 'useless' thing like me in the process?

"Yeah, I went to tell him about you—and he stormed out from his office in a rush to reach you. " Clarissa muttered, fixing her hair as a few golden strands fell upon her features.

"Probably he'd want to kill me with his own hands, " I grumbled to myself and relaxed back on the bed, closing my eyes. I heard Clarissa's sigh and then the loud creak of a door being opened. My eyes snapped open from the sound alone and I saw a pair of bright brown eyes staring at me or boring in my soul, most likely.

"Leave the room, Clarissa. "Ryder ordered her in a firm voice. The girl stuttered something and stormed out, leaving us alone. I took a deep breath and decided to just stay silent for the time being, I was exhausted and irritated as of to my plan being a complete failure.

"Why did you do that?" I heard him ask, before the bed by my side dipped. I wanted to scoot away so badly, but I didn't. The pain in my stomach didn't let me. I kept my eyes closed, refusing to look at his face.

"Because I wanted to—you'd have one less problem without me being here, " I couldn't believe how calm my voice was. There was a silence.

I opened one of my eyes to see the alpha rub the bridge of his nose as he shook his head. He looked exhausted as well—what for? Maybe his brother going in jail?

Thanks to Clarissa, I've managed to find the newest events happening in this town.

"I haven't been a good owner lately—"

I cut him off immediately.  "Never say that word, you were never my owner, nor you'll ever be. "

His left eye twitched. I guess he wasn't used to someone talking to him that away, but he had to get used to it—or to do me a favor and kill me right then and there. His bright brown eyes darkened and I could see the tight clench on his defined jaw—it could break any moment. Did I made him that mad?

"Okay, I know I haven't been. . . a great—host lately, I was busy dealing with problems ... "

"That does not excuse your way of act toward me and neglect, you could have let me go earlier and not claim your brutish tendencies on me. " I snapped, finding myself growing enraged.

"I don't even fucking know WHY I bought you!" he hissed at me and rose up from the bed. His broad shoulders were tense, hands put carelessly on his waist as he paced back and forth in front of my bed.

"You should've let me die. " I muttered lowly, closing my eyes again. I heard the alpha growl and that made me quiver —fuck my omega DNA. 

"I couldn't let you die, this would be a burden in my conscious forever, " he muttered a few minutes later. That made my eyes snap open again and this time I found the strength to simply sit up and scoot back, leaning my back against the plush pillows.

"So you think I am a burden?" 

His eyes widened and he groaned loudly, "That's not what I meant—" he trailed off, he looked flustered.

"Then what did you meant?" I felt my voice grow in pure mockery.

"I—"

"You know what? Nevermind, just let me go, please. . . " I begged him, this was my only chance. I knew I had ruined my chance of getting back on the job as a lawyer, but at least I could leave town and never return. I found myself craving freedom more than anything else in this world. 

"I can't let you go, Jason.. . " Ryder muttered in a hushed tone and I furrowed my eyebrows immediately.

"H-how do you know my name, " nobody at the – acution mentioned who I was or what was my name—but I guessed that since he had connections in this town, it was possible to find a lot about a person. I felt stupid for asking the question.

He saw my facial expression and took a deep breath. I saw him grasp his locks of hair and tug on them gently, nibbling on his lower lip. I was mesmerized for a second.

"Listen—I might. . . need your help. . . "

It looked really hard for him to say those words, I could feel it. . . but help for what?Despite in my current state, I hummed lowly. 

"Help for what?" I asked him quietly.

"I think I made a big mistake—I. . . need your help in fixing it. "