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“Sadie!” Maddox roars from somewhere behind me. “Fight your fucking ass off.”

The conflicting alpha commands grapple for control of my body, fight for dominance. I know which one I want to follow, know which one I want to win, but in the meantime, it feels like I’m being ripped in half.

A whine pulls from my chest, my omega terrified and confused. My hands shoot up and I push against the man trying to shove me into a van. “Get off me!” I whimper. It’s not as strong as I would like, but it’s enough to take him by surprise. My nails rake down his cheeks and he roars in pain. A second later, pain explodes on the side of my face, my eyes roll into the back of my head and then there is only darkness.

Chapter 16: In which its confirmed that I am a fuck up

I’ve never been so fucking terrified. Never once in my life, and I’ve been in a lot of fucked up scary situations. It’s impossible to be raised in the Falcone pack and not come across situations that would make most people piss their pants. But this? Watching Sadie almost get snatched right in front of me?

This fucking takes the cake.

My alpha is raging at me, at the world, and I’m barely holding on by a thread when I stride into the penthouse, Sadie cradled in my arms. Her slight weight against my body is the only way I can keep myself in check. It will get better when she opens her eyes, when she wakes up.

What the hell was I thinking, commanding her to fight?

I shake my head. I know exactly what I was thinking. She was seconds away from being shoved into the van, seconds away from being taken from me. Her fighting bought me enough time to get to her, to shoot the fucker that hit her so hard she lost consciousness.

I should have made him hurt more.

“What the hell happened?” Luca growls stalking over to us, taking in the limp omega in my arms, the bruise forming on her temple and cheek. “Did you do that to her?”

A warning rumble pulls from my chest, as my lip pulls back into a snarl. “How can you even ask me that?”

He arches his brows at me in surprise, but wisely doesn’t ask any more questions, his attention going back to the woman in my arms, his expression going so fucking soft. I can tell he wants to take her from me, to hold her himself and verify that she’s okay.

I should hand her over. They have a mating bond, and I’m sure his alpha is clawing at him to make sure she’s okay, to comfort her.

The last thing I want to do is put her down, though, so I move to the couch and take a seat, cradling her on my lap while Luca quickly takes the spot next to me. “Call Logan. I want him here to check her out. Now.”

Luca’s jaw tightens, but he doesn’t argue with me. Good boy. If he did, I’d probably bark him into submission, which isn’t something I’ve ever had to do with any member of my pack before… well, unless I’m commanding them in the bedroom.

In which case, they rarely mind.

Looking down at Sadie, I push the light brown strands of hair away from her face. I’ve used my bark on her so many times already. I don’t know if it’s because she’s an omega and I have this overwhelming need to take care of her, to keep her from hurting herself, putting herself in danger, or if I’m just that much of an alphahole. It’s probably the latter.

“Logan was already on his way home, so he should be here in five,” Luca informs me, before reaching out to brush his fingers over the bruise on her temple. “What happened?”

“They tried to take her.” It comes out as a snarl, because I still can’t fucking believe it almost happened.

“The fuck?” Luca’s alpharomones explode, soaking the room in acrid burnt spice.

I don’t look at him, instead watching the omega in my arms, the rise and fall of her chest, the flicker of her eyelids. “Right in fucking front of me. Like I would just let them.”

“Who?” Luca asks, voice dropped about six octaves and sounding pissed off as hell. More alpha than man at the moment.

I shake my head and smooth my hand over the uninjured side of Sadie’s face. “No fucking clue. I didn’t exactly stop to ask questions before I shot them.”

Luca’s jaw tics, but he doesn’t say anything stupid like I should have questioned them. He wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from killing them, either. Instead, he says, “You got a clean-up crew on it?”

Which is admittedly still pretty fucking stupid.

“Who the hell do you think I am, Luca?” Which means yes, of course I called a cleanup crew. And if one of the assholes I shot happens to still be alive, they’ll take them to a secure location where Swift can interrogate them to his heart’s content.

The elevator dings and it’s not long before Logan’s burned butterscotch scent reaches my nose as he rushes into the living room. He drops to his knees next to Sadie and me, not looking away from her pale face as he says, “Luca, go get my bag from my room.”

He pushes to his feet as Logan checks her over, his fingers seeking her pulse to check her heart rate, ear pressed to her chest to listen to her lungs. “What happened?”

“Some asshole slammed her head into the side of a car while trying to abduct her. Then he punched her unconscious,” I mutter, catching the way he pauses just for a second before he continues his examination again.

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