"I think food will uplift his mood, high omega."
Cece, whose back is turned, gestures for Georgia to pick the trays up again and hand her one so that she will wake up the alpha and help him feed.
She has just turned around when Georgia takes a sharp inhale, and then Travis is standing up, chains clanking heavily on the floor, and everyone is shocked to silence.
Before they can even blink or register what's happening, the alpha crosses the short distance and stands in front of the two women, somehow having broken free from his chains.
Everything shatters.
Travis is too fast for anyone here. His hands shoot forward and grab the two slender necks of the women in front of him.
The trays and plates shattering on the floor and eve is transfixed, horror and denial that no, he couldn't.
He wouldn't.
The crunch of bone is horrible, too loud in the cell, and the dry air that eve's gut rolls.
