Theon dreamt of Asher that night and many nights to follow. He was the one that stole kisses and touches of affection whenever he got the opportunity to do so. 

Wanting a hell of a lot more from Asher but held himself back and didn't push for anything further than that.

Asher had voiced concern about getting caught with their moments of weakness around each other. Theon could see the pain in his eyes at the thought of Shaw finding out about them. 

The fear the man instilled in him really pissed him off. The way Shaw treated Asher tore at his soul even more. It never sat right with him but now that he had feelings for him it only made things worse.

Theon tried his best to come up with reasons as to why he felt this way towards Asher, anything to justify his feels as false and untrue. 

That his alpha was just sexually frustrated because he was locked up for almost two months now, away from his normal life. He was only able to release but so much in this one tiny room, growing stir crazy. 

That Asher was his only real contact since he's been here. Not able to contact anyone from the outside, so that was why he felt this attachment to him. 

That Asher really did have a nice ass in those little black cocktail shorts he wore as a uniform.

Even went as far as thinking that this might have been some plan of Shaw's all along, setting the two of them up like this. Thinking that maybe Asher wasn't this innocent omega that was really being abused but just some role he was given to play Theon like a fiddle and win him over so that Shaw could have him in the end. 

If it was an excuse Theon had thought of it, but they all boiled back to the feeling he had deep in his chest. He has never had this draw or attachment to anyone before. The need to make Asher his and only his, the want to protect and care for him in the proper manner as an alpha should.

Asher was scared of Shaw finding out about the moments they shared in secret. His job was to tend to Theon's needs after his fight so that he would be ready for his next, not to enjoy his affection and attention.

Guilt riddled him with his disloyalty towards Shaw. Not that Shaw really told him in many words that he couldn't do such things with others but that other's couldn't with him. 

Also when one was marked that usually meant you were theirs and only their's. So being with Theon like this meant he was unfaithful to Shaw, not that he chose to be with Shaw at all. That arrangement was made against his will. 

An arrangement in which Shaw could be arrested for if the right people ever found out, but Asher was already told it wasn't worth the try because Shaw had his hands in everything so all he really had to do was make a phone call and it would just poof. 

Asher remembers the first time Shaw ever marked him like it was yesterday. 

His father brought him to the club under false pretenses. Explaining to him that he just needed a second pair of hands for something and that it would only take a couple of hours. His father did odd handyman jobs for different places so Asher didn't think much of it at first. 

Shaw was in his office waiting when they arrived, quick to his feet when Asher walked in behind his father. His hand gripping his chin, giving his slender face a hard once over before addressing his father about the details being almost as he imagined them to be. 

This was when things started to click and Asher realized that he wasn't here to work in that manner. Shaw sniffed him before grabbing a handful of his hair forcing him face down on the edge of his desk twisting his arm behind his back. 

"You sure you still want to sign him away?" Shaw asked his father.

Asher yelped out in fear, even louder out of pain as Shaw pushed his arm up feeling like his shoulder was going to pop out of it's socket. His father nodded his head cowardly looking away. 

"Don't look away." Shaw growled, "This was only what I promised to you." 

Shaw pushed his hair to the side, running his tongue along the nape of his neck, taking his time as he pressed his teeth into Asher untouched flesh marking him. 

A death curdling scream leaving his lungs, tears poured from his eyes as he was pinned down, validated, and treated like property.

Pain soaring through his body not wanting to be bit, not accepting the bond, fighting against it as best as he could which Shaw seemed to like because him fighting back just riled him up even more so, pressing into him harder.  

His legs grew limp as Shaw drew blood mixing his saliva, properly marking him. Feeling Shaw becoming part of him in that moment. 

Asher slumping down to the floor curling up into a ball when it was over. Tears pouring down his face, hearing his father scribble away at the contact on Shaw's desk before walking out, never looking back at him.