8: Terms and Conditions

Alexa For a moment, the three of us were engulfed in tense silence while the people around us continued to cheer for Jo's victory or cry over her opponent's loss. I blinked, opened my mouth soundlessly, and Mr. Moris only squinted at me. ‘I knew this was going to be a bad idea!’ Mythril complained. “Do you need money or something? She didn’t have it. She was just sold to an Alpha and ran away,” said Harlow, his brows furrowed. “Bad news, everyone has problems in this neutral zone. I don’t give a damn where you heard of me, but if you think I’ll give her a damn bed and free food, let alone train her,” he caught a breath, glancing back and forth between me and Harlow, “then you’re gravely mistaken. She’s not good enough,” the man scoffed. ‘Not good enough,’ Mythril whined in my head, echoing those words in my head. I furrowed my brows and bowed my head. Was I truly worthless? Was I destined to be a punching bag for the rest of my life? The man turned away, facing several men who were sha