Shaw kept Theon under lock and key for those entire two days. His only contact was with the female omega that never talked to him. Thankfully he was given a chair to sit in while he ate chained up and a bucket to piss in. He wasn't able to sleep, concern for Asher consumed him.

The unknown eating at him while he felt the anger grow. Shaw knew what he was doing, Theon was positive that he was loving the hand he had played. Forcing him into a fight he never wanted using Asher as bait to make it happen.

Theon was given a light dose of whatever drug it was that Shaw liked to use to keep him docile before the fight, allowing him out of the chains to shower and get dressed. Pacing in the room as he waited for his name to be called out overhead.

Entering the ring while keeping an out for Asher anywhere on the floor, not seeing him. Even in Shaw's box he didn't see Asher like he had the first fight. Not seeing him didn't help with what he was feeling emotionally. Those dark thoughts never leaving his mind, picturing Zac's hands all over him.

Shaw was pushing all the right buttons if he wanted a kill out of him. Remembering that tonight was just a normal fight for him, the last one to clear his sister's debt.

It was the fight with Zac that he had to hold this hate for. Hold it for Zac and Shaw if he ever got the chance to be close to him again.

* * * * *

Asher was left in that room cold and alone fearing that Zac would come back at any moment. His body shaking unable to tell if it was from the withdrawal or what had been done to him. He never felt this violated before in his life. Shaw did enough damage marking him, to have someone else who wasn't his alpha take his body completely was too much for him to take mentally.

Shaw had finally broken him.

Crying was all he could do, unable to get up from where he laid on the floor. Succumbing to sleep at some point.

When he woke the second time he was in his own room, clothed and laying in bed.

"Don't move, you have a fever that hasn't broken yet." Said a soft voice, placing a cool cloth on his forehead. "I've given you some medication to help with the fever but they still need a little while to fully kick in."

Asher felt so weak, burning up in his own skin from the fever.

"I'll be back in a little while with something to eat, till then, rest."

Asher had seen the girl before but they never spoke with one another.

Turning over in his bed, curling his leg up in close to him. He began to cry again, feeling as if he was about to crawl out of his own skin.

* * * * *

Shaw watched from above, seeing the hate he put in Theon come out in his fight. His punches carried more weight than before he wasn't fighting with defense anymore either but with offense. Smirking, happy with himself and what he had done. Theon was turning into a killer. Zac only fueled more to finally have Asher to himself completely and little Asher broken and tormented. It felt so good to have everything go so smoothly for him. The hand he played turning out better than he ever expected it to.

"Sir we have a situation." Spoke a goon bargaining into his viewing room.

"What do you mean we have a problem." Snarled Shaw as he stood up.

"Asher's in heat, Sir."

"What! That little fuck, decided to finally hit his heat today of all fucking days."

"He's already drawing some attention, Sir."

Shaw clenching his jaw, "Make sure Theon doesn't find out."

The fight wasn't over yet so he still had time to move Asher before his situation became a real issue for him.

Asher's scent increased dramatically as he moved down the hall. Asher had his own room along with a few other omega's he owned. The scent was strong and pulling, Shaw having issues fighting it. Then again he wasn't meant to fight this behavior but give into it. 

Asher was his after all.

Shaw opened the door, to find Asher sprawled out on the floor pulling at his clothes.

"Shaw." Cried Asher, doe shaped eyes filled with lust looking up at him. "Help me. . . " He begged crawling towards Shaw.

Asher had never felt this hot before. His body screaming out to be touched, to help ease the pain he felt deep within him. His hormones in full overdrive. The clothes he had on felt like sandpaper, his skin couldn't take it.

"You little shit couldn't wait just a bit longer, or have this happen sooner." Shaw fought against the scent Asher was letting out, gripping him up by his hair from the floor.

Asher yelped as Shaw picked him up from the floor turning into him once he found his footing some.

"Take me." Moaned Asher, pulling at Shaw's belt buckle. "I want you inside me."

The words spewing from his lips without any shame. This was all the heat talking, wanting to be put at ease. Wanting his alpha to make love to him.

"Get your fucking hands off of him now, before I break them myself." Roared Theon from the doorway.

Theon pulsing out his own scent threatening other alphas to back off, unless they were really dumb enough to try him in this state.

"Shaw!" Moaned Asher again, gripping at him harder.

"He's not yours to have." Stated Shaw, turning to face Theon challenging him.

Shaw had his own scent to ward off other alpha's, but it was rare for him to have to use it in such a manner. Most didn't think twice about stepping to him. His goons handle most of that kind of work for him if someone was to step out of line.

"He's off limits as of the final bell and if I recall correctly if and when he goes into heat he's mine to handle."

Theon had put a swift end to his match as soon as the scent of Asher hit him. The crowd had already started to turn on his way here. Threatening off a few alphas from the match that thought they would be getting a taste.

Shaw gritting his teeth.

"I mean if you want the final battle to be now, me versus you I'm all in." Theon rolling his broad shoulders ready to throw down.

"I'd love to see how you would fare on your own." Theon stepping up on Shaw, not afraid to take him on.

He was waiting for this moment for a long while now, getting Shaw alone with no goons around to help him.

Theon's scent was more impactful on Shaw than Shaw liked for it to be, causing him to become light headed and stumble in his footing slightly.

Alphas had their own hierarchy, so genetically there were ones that were stronger than others but he never expected Theon to be more powerful than him.

Shaw released Asher, who fell to his feet still gripping for any kind of attention from him.

"A deal is a deal." Shaw stepped back, shaking Asher from his leg.

"That's what I thought." Theon sizing Shaw up, he knew he didn't have the balls to take him on.

That's why he had goons and didn't fight himself. Theon's eyes narrowed at Shaw, he caught onto it too he saw the sway in his step. A smirk pulling at his lips he just might have s lucky ace up his sleeve after all but Asher was more important to him right now.

"I'm going to assume you have room for situations like this?" Asked Theon, scooping Asher up in his arms.

"Back hallway last door on the right." Shaw straightening in his stance, pissed he let himself slip like that.