Page 122 of Break The Ice

“What about Kelly? Will Kelly come back after this season?”

“Who’s taking over Alpha Labels?”

“Where did you meet?”

“Tell us about Kit. Did he sleep with the actress, too?”

I snarl at them, but they keep asking questions, driving them like weapons into me. I’m blinded and surrounded. The questions come thick and fast, confusing me. They ask outrageous things and insinuate the most awful things about the Raines family. They malign his mother, my father, and Kit's entire family. I open my mouth to tell them to stop, to get them to shut up so I can think for just one second, but nothing comes out.

“Does Wren Turner know he was cheated on? Is that why he isn’t talking to Raider tonight?”

“How does Wren feel about being traded?”

I snap my head to the person who asked that question. “What?”

“Wren Turner has been traded back to his home team, the Hornets. Is it because of the infidelity of Pack Raines?”

“Mogel!” I snarl. “We’re Pack Mogel.”

My answers send them spinning into a frenzy of questions that all blur together. Raider is hurt. Wren is being traded. I can’t hear anything. I can’t see.

I’m in the locker, banging on it in the dark, screaming at Kit’s screams. They open it and pull me out. So many of them, I fight, but it’s easy to overpower me. I’m helpless in their arms as Freddie unzips his pants.

I go feral.

I get free and hit Freddie hard enough to send him flying into the lockers. He leans on it, stunned. One second passes, two, and then he comes for me.

“Hold him, boys. Let’s teach James a lesson.” Freddie’s eyes gleam. “Oh, I know what we can do. Lloyd, Web, grab the little omega cunt. Hold his arm out.”

My eyes widen as Freddie smirks at me. He gets up on the wooden seat. Kit’s small arm is being held over a gap. It suddenly makes horrible, horrible sense.

“No! Freddie! Stop! Do it to me. Leave him. I did it! Please!” I scream, I beg, I plead.

He stands there listening to it all, and then, when I think he might listen; he jumps.

Kit’s scream and mine blend together. I fight until I can’t lift my arms, but I can’t get to Kit until we’re both left lying in piss on the locker room floor.

That fear and rage rises again, and I shove someone away from me.

“Get back! Just fuck off!”

I’m trapped in that familiar world. Yelling soundlessly into a crowd of people. Trying to get them to stop hurting everyone I care about. I can’t stop them.

I can’t shut them up.

No one hears me.

I’m voiceless.

I step back, and then back again. Silently retreating under the weight of the mass of angry people.

Chapter thirty-four

Kit

The crowd starts tomurmur around us. My paranoia increases as I catch a couple of side-eyes.

“Ryann, there’s something going on.”

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