Page 83 of Desperate Omega

“Delphine!” He shouts. “Delphine, can you hear me?”

She doesn’t respond.

Anton shifts his gaze toward me. His eyes burn with hatred. He bares his teeth in a vicious snarl.

“You cunt! What have you done?”

In a flash, he’s on his feet again, holding his knife. Delphine’s third mate, the one I stabbed in the barn, is standing next to him. Without taking his eyes off me, Anton gestures toward the end of the corridor.

“Get this door open,” he growls. “I’m going to kill this fucking cunt.”

“Maybe we should be leaving,” the other alpha says. “It sounds like the intruders are—”

“Do it!”

With a nod, the other alpha turns and rushes away, out of my field of vision. I guess the mechanism that opens the cell doors must be down there at the end of the corridor.

Or maybe he’s decided to abandon Anton and Delphine and run for his life.

I’d like to think it’s the second option, but I’m pretty sure it’s not. Soon, the door to my cell is going to open, and when that happens, there will be nothing standing between me and a very pissed off, knife-wielding alpha. Brik is in here with me, and I’m certain he would be more than a match for Anton in a fair fight, but Brik is chained, so he’s not going to be able to help me.

I can hear the battle raging outside the window. It’s getting louder. The alphas from the Central Ruins are getting closer. They’ll be inside the prison soon, but not soon enough to save me from Anton, I’m afraid.

I need to think of a strategy, and quick.

“The floor next to the bars,” Brik says behind me. “Right side.”

I look at the spot he’s referring to, and my heart jumps a little. Delphine’s stiletto. When I slammed her head against the bars, it must have fallen out of her hand and tumbled into the cell.

I lunge for it.

I’m dizzy from my heat. My legs feel unsteady beneath me. My muscles are weak and aching from dehydration. My speed is only about half of what it should be. Nevertheless, I’m able to grab the weapon and curl my fingers around the hilt before Anton can stop me.

He makes a grab for me between the bars.

His hand catches a lock of my hair, ripping it out by the roots as I twist away from him. It hurts like hell, but at least I’m able to get away.

And now I have a weapon.

But how much good is it going to do me? I still don’t stand a chance against Anton. That’s not humility talking. It’s a simple fact. He’s an alpha. He’s bigger than me, stronger than me, faster. Even on a good day, he would tear me limb from limb, and that’s without my heat robbing all of my strength and coordination.

Brik’s chains…

There must be a lock holding them together.

Maybe I can pick it with the blade of the stiletto.

I rush to the back of the cell where Brik is kneeling. His scent hits me like a slap. The sight of his bare muscles and hard cock sends goosebumps racing across my skin. In spite of everything that’s going on right now, my heat is still raging out of control, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from jumping on him and riding him until he knots me.

I force myself to focus.

I find the lock.

It’s immediately apparent that I won’t be able to open it with the stiletto. The keyhole is far too small for the blade to fit inside.

“Cut off my hands,” Brik says.

“What?”