The alpha from earlier rounded the corner, appearing from the back, probably having used the same entrance Sarang had. He wasn’t releasing pheromones, but that didn’t mean the smell of him wasn’t apparent.
The omega whimpered.
Sarang saw red.
He struck without thinking, finding that spot between the omega’s shoulder and the base of his neck with ease. His teeth broke skin, jaw clenching with the intent to do damage and leave a lasting mark.
His body jerked when something sharp pierced him in the shoulder, and before he could mentally send the invisiblesignal to the omega and make the offering, a wave of dizziness assaulted him.
Sarang struggled to maintain control, but his mouth went lax, and the next thing he knew, he was falling forward, darkness taking hold and pulling him into a murky abyss.
And away from his omega once more.
Chapter 19:
The alpha pheromones messed with Shiloh’s head. When Tull stepped forward, he hissed at him.
Sarang was heavy and fully pressing down on him now that he’d passed out, but all Shiloh could think about was how close he’d come to finally getting the bite, only for this asshole to arrive and ruin it.
“I’ll fucking kill you!” He tried to claw his way free, but the knot caught behind that tight ring of muscle pulled and he wheezed, going still to prevent it from tugging again.
“It’s pheromones, they’re making you wild,” Tull tried telling him. “We won’t hurt him, Prince, but you’re both in danger right now. You’re in need of medical attention.”
What he needed was for them to get the hell out so he could prove to his alpha he could be good. Every time Sarang had called him bad, it’d been like a barb to the chest, his omegainstincts to please and submit to his alpha taking full control of his system.
“Tranquilize him too,” one of the other alphas, a soldier who worked directly under Tull, said. “It smells so strong in here, I might fall over. Doesn’t matter that he’s a dominant omega, the underboss held nothing back.”
Shiloh glared when Tull lifted the weapon and aimed it his way.
He didn’t have enough air in his lungs to make another verbal threat, but it was clear Tull saw it written across his face a second before he fired and Shiloh lost consciousness.
* * *
He was fairly certain he’d been chopped in half.
When Shiloh woke, blinking blearily up at the ceiling, he couldn’t feel anything from the waist down. For a moment, he wondered if he’d been in a fight, a territory battle that had left him crippled, but then reality started slowly coming back to him.
This wasn’t Synastry, and he wasn’t eighteen on the run from their enemies.
But he didn’t know where he was. This place wasn’t one of the rooms at the hotel, the space as unfamiliar as the ruby red sheets he was tucked under. A machine beeped at the side of the bed and he turned his head, catching sight of a monitor currently flashing his vitals. The end of an IV trailed to his right hand, and he stared at it for a while, mind taking forever to catch up.
“You were out for a day.” Sarang’s voice caught his attention, and Shiloh lifted his head to peer across the room.
The alpha was sitting in a chair, looking showered and put together.
Not at all how Shiloh had left him.
At the hotel.
“What—” He sounded like someone had made him swallow a jar of thumbtacks. “What happened?”
“I broke one of your ribs.”
“Oh.” Shiloh dropped his head back down and closed his eyes. The room was starting to spin a bit.
“Oh?” the alpha sounded incredulous. “I just told you I hurt you.”
He shrugged a single shoulder. “I was bad. You did what you had to do.”
