Chapter 22

***Chastity***

We stood outside Braxton’s cell, and I looked him over. He was leaning against the wall behind his cot, knees bent, arms crossed over his knees, and head down on his arms. I could also smell his tears. My heart broke for him even more. I moved closer to the bars.

“Br…Braxton.” I called softly, and his head snapped up.

“Om….Chastity. What you doing here?” He snapped.

“I…I came to talk to you.” I answered gently.

“Why? Did you come here to gloat that your abusers have all been punished?” He growled.

“Actually, not at all. I came because I was worried about you.” I responded.

“Worried about me? Why?” He asked sounding confused.

“Because for the last six years I have felt the way you’re probably feeling right now. Lost, confused, hurt, and alone.”

“I don’t understand.”

“How much do you know, and remember about me?”

“Only than you’re an Omega, you’re older than me, your mom was Brinna, da…Beta Dimitri’s mate’s daughter.”

“Can I tell you a bit of my story so maybe