A solid ten hours passed before Theon started to come around again. Asher had gotten out from underneath his heavy frame shortly after he passed out completely.

Unable to move him from the floor himself, Asher asked for help from some of the guys he knew that worked the ring to move Theon to the room he was usually in with alpha's he was asked to patch up.

Taking a huge risk by moving him because that meant he was no longer chained and free to roam, unsure of what his temper might be like once he fully came too.

Asher replaced his lap with a pillow, concrete floor with a bed. Doing his best to clean up the blood from his face as he rested, not having him fight back or growl while he did it.

Unable to stop his eyes from wondering about his large frame as he worked cleaning and wrapping both of his wrists from the metal chains cutting into them, he put so much pressure on them by pulling trying to get loose. 

Asher replaced the cool cloth he had laying over Theon’s forehead with a fresh one, “I wouldn’t move too quickly. . . “

Theon wasn't familiar with the surroundings he could gather from the few blinks he took nor the voice he was hearing, instinct's kicking in, just reacting and not thinking.

Grabbing the male next to him as he rolled off his back, slamming the two of them to the floor with a hard thud, teeth showing as he growled in defense.

Asher getting the wind knocked out of him as his back slammed against the concrete flooring, his shoulders pinned unable to move, unable to whimper as the urge to gasp and cough to regain his breath.

This was what Asher feared about letting Theon out of the other room, he wouldn’t know where he was or still not be happy with his arrangement with Shaw.

Turning his head to the side submitting, his eyes shut tight as Theon growled over him, his hot breath heavy over the side of his neck.

“Please.” Begged Asher, his body tense and fearful.

Things started to flash back for Theon as his vision recovered fully, Asher coming into view for him realizing what he had done, he recoiled letting Asher go but not till after he saw the fresh mark on the back of his neck, dark brown eyes staring at it for a long moment before he fully pulled himself off of him.

“You smell like him.” He commented in distaste as he took a seat on the end of the bed.

Asher pushes himself up into a sitting position on the floor, eyes looking down in shame, hand pulling at his wavy dark hair covering his neck. He only kept his hair on the long side to keep that part of himself out of the sight of others.

The marking wasn’t anything he was proud of.

“Oh, good he’s up.”

One of Shaw’s goons walking into the room, crossing his arms over his chest as he eyed the two of them.

“Boss said for you to get going and to remind you that Friday and no later.” His gaze shifted from Asher to Theon, talking to him now.

“As for you, if you don’t fight or can't fight Asher takes your place and your deal is cancelled.” He laughed, “Would be a shit fight but interesting to say the least.”

Asher heart dropped, Shaw would make him fight in place of Theon, just throw him in the ring without a second thought. Omega’s never fought in the rings against Alpha’s.

Shaw promised him fighting was never something he would put him through, he was too special for that type of life. That there were better things meant for him. Theon looking over at Asher, reading his feelings so clearly. He was devastated.

“I’ll fight.” Snarled Theon as he stood up from the bed.

“Good, I have money on it. Though if I’m honest I wouldn’t mind the odds of Asher against Zac.” Laughed the goon as he turned to leave, slamming the door behind him.  

Asher looking up at Theon from the floor, pushing back the tears that started to fill his eyes in hopes of Theon not noticing. There was no way he could ever be in a fight and win let alone survive.