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“Fuck me,” he murmured, his dark eyes narrowing as they landed on my arm. “You shot, sugar?”
It took me a second to realize he was speaking to me.
“Kellan!” The other alpha snapped. “Jude needs a hospital.”
“Already called for the helo,” a voice announced, and I looked over to see a man striding over with an automatic rifle slung across his chest. “Can he walk?”
“Yes,” Jude answered weakly as the alpha snapped, “Fuck no.”
The alpha speared the man beneath him with an icy look. “I’ll carry you.”
Jude’s chest seemed to deflate in surrender. “Okay, Rhett. Whatever you want, alpha.”
Rhett growled, the sound more concerned than angry. Jaw tight, he gave a curt nod and looked at the man still standing. “Where’s Crew?”
“Inside with Oak,” the man replied, coming up behind me.
Instantly I started to tremble, feeling a strange alpha crowding into my space.
“Easy,” he murmured, his tone the same pitch as if he were trying to calm a spooked horse.
But this filly had zero fight, and all I could do was shake, the events of the day and night sinking into my bones like ice.
Rhett stood up, easily lifting Jude into his arms. He was all hard lines and lean muscles, tall and built like a swimmer with wide shoulders and a narrow waist. I could see the muscles of his biceps flex as he held Jude’s weight, cradling the man against his chest. His full lips feathered a light kiss over Jude’s brow before he turned to Kellan. “We’ll meet you at the clearing.”
“Take care of him,” Kellan replied, his concerned look for the beta conveying there was something more than friendship.
But my brain was too fried to figure it out now.
“Cold, sweetheart?” The man behind me shifted his weight, and I heard fabric rustle. That sound wrecked me, dragging me back to the immediate past and the sound of Donovan removing my clothes.
Fearing the worst, I tried to twist away. “Don’t touch me!”
A loud growl, this one warning and threatening, made me whimper and wrap my arms around myself as I tucked into a tiny ball. My arm pulsed with heat, the pain making my head spin.
“Shit, it’s like that, huh, Kell? Okay, man.” The man behind me moved away.
“Sugar, look at me.”
Shaking, I lifted my chin an inch to the man across from me.
“Good girl. Such a brave omega,” he praised, and my omega soaked it up like a cat lounging in a patch of sunlight in the middle of winter. Reaching up, he undid the straps of his kevlar vest and tossed it aside before yanking off his shirt.
I stared, my mind unable to process anything except the intricate artwork that seemed to flow perfectly with the contour of his muscles.
“Can I help you put this on?” he asked, his tone soft.
I gave a mute nod, and he came over to help me into his shirt. What was left of my dress fell away, the scratchy material pooling around me in gauzy waves that replicated a border.
Or a nest.
It hit me then that my first nest was from something Donovan had forced on me.
With a cry, I started to kick at the fabric, needing it far, far away.
“Whoa, whoa,” Kellan tried, grabbing what he could of the dress and tossing it away.
“I think she’s in shock,” the guy behind me muttered.
