Gunshots shocked Spencer out of his melodramatic work musings. Three thugs broke into the room. One of them kneeled at his level and mumbled under their breath about how they didn’t have time to waste on an omega. To incapacitate Spencer, they wiggled a finger in his mouth and yanked his jaw to the side. Then, the betas hauled him back into the main room. They kept Spencer upright in a chokehold.

Someone cleared their throat. The sound belonged to Daiana, the alpha who sat in a high chair at the bar, lazily smoking a cigar.