(Rated M for mentions of past abuse/trauma/drug use.)

As soon as they got back to Colt's apartment he started to go in on the questions again, this time more focused on what his father and he talked about.

"What did you tell him?"

Sage, shrugging, "Nothing."

"Nothing?"

Colt running his heavy hands over his short hair, he was over avoiding answering his questions and shrugging his shoulders. He has been here for an entire week and all he got was a damn name and not even a full name.

"My father expects me to vet you out and all you give me is nothing but you gave him enough to invite you on our next run. So you didn't just tell him nothing today you told him a whole lot of something."

The entire time Colt spoke he moved in on Sage, like a wolf he was hunting his prey towering over him. Pointing out their height difference even more so, he only stood at an average 5'9. Sage backed up as far as he could before he bumped into the wall, putting maybe a foot between them which Colt quickly filled in.

"I didn't tell him anything." His voice was shaky, "He just knew. . . okay. . . he just said things and they were true. . . "

Sage not lying he didn't say anything to Mike. His father was the one that did all the talking. The only question he answered was how he was being treated by his son.

Colt fully in his anger as he slammed his hand flat against the wall next to Sage's head causing him to jump, "He just knew!"

"Yes. . ." His voice, shakier than before. "Please. . . don't hit me."

If he could duck down into himself he would. Pulling his small frame in tight, eyes on the floor, readying himself for a blow. Colt unknowingly started to push out his alpha scent causing the space around Sage to feel thick and heavy with anger.

Alpha's had their normal scent just like omega's, allowing them to be pointed out individually. Daily to him Colt smelt of Oak and freshly tilled dirt. Alphas have more of a natural earthy smell while omega's tend to be sweet scented. Usually, to Sage, the alpha's smelt much like Colt did now, a thick musky scent with dark intentions.

"Then what did he just seem to know that I can't seem to see my damn self?"

Sage was scared to answer but even more scared not to answer. Colt wasn't even this mad when he lunged at him.

Swallowing hard, "He guessed who my Master is. . . said he could smell him on me that night and that was all he needed to know."

That was the short version of the conversation his father had with him in the office.

"Sage." Growled Colt, bearing his teeth slightly at him.

"His name is Patrick. . . he runs to pack south of here. Apparently your father knows him from a while back. . . says he took a wrong turn when he was younger. . . "

"And?"

"And . . " Sage didn't know what he wanted from him, "And he bought me when I was a child . . . has been pimping me out ever since. My pack buys and sells omegas for income. I'm his little prized toy being male, even with my defects he makes it work. . ."

Tears flowing down Sage's cheeks, "Drug's me with uppers so that I can perform like the alpha's want. He injects me with synthetic drugs. . . so my body produces a false sweet scent and even mocks a heat if that's what's wanted. Doesn't care how much damage is done. . . as long as I come back in one piece. . . . treats me like shit since day one and it's only gotten worse and worse. . . so I finally ran. . . "

Sage worked up so badly that he couldn't stand anymore sliding down the wall hugging his legs up into his chest, crying. He couldn't tell you how many times someone has broken his arm, wrist, or ribs, all in the name of pleasure. Bruised his body from head to toe several times over. Knocking on death's door more than once in his life. Starved and treated like a rabid dog.

Colt huffing as he stood over Sage, "And that was so hard to tell me."

Crying was a sign of weakness and he didn't do well with anyone crying on a general level. Once again judging Sage for his actions and behavior not taking into account his own tell after he looked up at him. His eyes already puffed up and red. He made the boy cry. He was the one that scared him into submission.

"You ask for so much but. . ." Sage's voice barely above a whisper.

"But what?" Snarled Colt, snapping his jaw.

Sage yelping, scurrying to his feet as he moved to the corner of the living room, away from Colt. Placing himself in what some might see as a time-out corner for a punishment but it was the only spot he felt remotely comfortable in. Patrick, depending on his mood, would keep him locked up in a small dimly lit room chained to a wall or in an actual dog cage.

The sight of Sage cowering in the corner as if he had just been beaten was a pitiful thing to witness but Colt wasn't about to admit his fault in any of it. Yet, his gaze softened slightly as he turned and headed into his bedroom not leaving for the rest of the day.