Theon paced about the room, wall to wall. He wasn't one to be locked up like this. Alpha's didn't fare well under imprisonment. This wasn't what he agreed on when he struck his deal with Shaw a few nights prior. 

He agreed to fight on the behalf of his sister's debt. Theon was always bailing out his little sister. She would find herself in a hole she couldn't get out of and called him.

Telling a sob story of how she didn't mean to, promising that she wouldn't do it again. That this was the last time she would ever ask for his help. Chloe knew how to play his buttons to get him to help her. Theon giving his word that he would pay her debt. Fighting in the ring was the only option that Shaw gave him.

The agreement was him for her but Shaw went back and twisted things, taking Chloe saying he needed some insurance just in case the fights didn't go in his favor. 

That's what fueled Theon into his rage, getting taken on by three of his goons. His sister was still trapped here somewhere. He had to win his fights and get both of them out from under Shaw's grasp. 

Asher cracked the door to Theon's room, eyeing him as he paced like every evening he came to check on him thus far. Tonight, there was even more anger boiling in him. 

It was fight night.

"I brought your things." Asher spoke, placing his uniform on the table in his room. 

All fighters entered the ring with a pair of fighter shorts and nothing more. Bare knuckle fighting.

"I'll be back when it's time, till then prepare." Asher turned to leave the room, "As for Chloe I haven't been able to find out anything." 

His large doe shaped brown eyes looking over at Theon, he wasn't sure why he felt the need to help him. To try and get information about his sister and her whereabouts. Maybe it was because he felt for him or knew what it was like to do things against your natural nature. 

He knew what it was like to be forced into situations you didn't want to be in. To have your arm twisted behind your back, pinned into submission. It wasn't right. What Shaw had done to him or his sister, but that was how Shaw worked. He got people to need him, then to owe him, so then he could owned them. 

"Thanks for trying." Commented Theon not looking over at him. He needed to get his mind to focus on what was ahead.

He needed to win this fight to prove his word so then maybe Shaw would let Chloe go or at least let him see her to make sure she was okay. 

Asher, usually worked the club floor where the clients were tamer and Shaw had a better eye on him but since he had assigned him to Theon he's been stuck on the lower level. 

The clients were just as hands on but with added anger and testosterone with the events about them. The more attention he got from them the angrier Shaw got with him, implying that Asher asked for it. 

That he wanted to betray Shaw as his alpha, tempting others to take him. This swirled Asher and his emotions, entangling him deeper into his loyalty and hate for Shaw. 

Theon rolled his shoulders, stretching out his arms as Asher walked in behind him, "Time already." 

Asher starring at Theon as his muscles flexed against his olive skin. He had seen Theon without a shirt on a few times already, but today he found himself giving into the temptation to really look. Still stunned by his melanin. 

"Yeah, it's time." Spoke Asher a little too quickly as Theon turned to face him. 

Theon followed down behind Asher, the narrow hallway smaller than the first time he walked down it. 

"No little shorts tonight?" Asked Theon, looking over Asher's frame. 

He liked the shorts he had on every evening thus far. They pulled tight in all the right places. Asher was small like all omegas were but he had wider hips like a female omega with an ass to match. The question not one he intended to actually ask but think to himself, a slip of the tongue. 

"Tonight Shaw has asked that I watch the fight with him. So I'm not working the floor." Asher glancing over his shoulder at Theon, he didn't know how to feel about the comments Theon made towards him.

Part of him felt good, being so deprived of attention that he would take anything that was given to him. Another part of him felt like he was betraying Shaw because he did like the comments towards him. 

Sounds of people yelling started to grow louder as they got closer to the center of the lower level. Turning one last left before he came to the area where Theon was to wait before being brought out. 

Motioning for Theon to go ahead of him into the room.

"They'll come and get you when it's time." Asher looked at the ground then back up at him, "Good luck in your match." 

He really did hope Theon the best in his match for many reasons.