But then, heavy footsteps thunder down the corridor.
“Shit,” Bird hisses. “Greco.”
Suddenly, the lights shut off to be replaced by bright crimson emergency lights and the blare of alarms.
It seems that we have triggered an escape protocol.
I growl.
“You’re lucky.” I slap Mr. Baskerville’s cheek.
Dr. Gill whimpers, trying to shelter even further under her clipboard like she can make herself invisible.
Revenge can wait. Escape is what matters now and saving my Omega.
I lean even further over Mr. Baskerville. “You better send the Hunters after me, bitch. Because you may want to burn me, but I’m going to burn you and everything that you’ve built down in front of your fucking eyes.” Then I right his broken glasses on his nose, before adding brightly, “Happy New Year.”
“If you’re done with your intimidation routine, let’s go, sweetie.” Bird’s voice is tight.
I wrinkle my nose. “As long as you never call me that again.”
I leap to my feet.
Bird salutes, before snatching my hand.
I prowl with my Omega down the narrow corridor, following the route that I have memorized.
Greco runs toward Bird and me.
His eyes widen almost comically wide when he sees me out of the cell.
“So, you’re the escapee, psycho. I should have known that it was you.” Greco scrambles for the Discipline Strap at his belt.
A vicious smile slips onto my lips at his panic. My pheromones wash over him.
Greco chokes. His fingers fall away from his belt.
He quakes, collapsing to his knees. “What…?”
“Just myweirdpheromone shit.” I let go of Bird’s hand and swagger to Greco.
If Bird wasn’t watching me, I would break Greco’s neck for every time that he has hurt Colette and electrocuted me.
With Bird’s gaze heavy on my neck, however, I satisfy myself by punching Greco across the jaw.
Greco’s lip splits. Blood splatters down his chin. The back of his head slams into the corridor wall.
I stand over the guard, as he stares up at me, dazed.
I give a wicked grin. “That’s me saying hi to the Billionaires.”
Then I straighten and stroll back to Bird.
The Omega arches his brow. “Who needs romance, when their Alpha is as fucking hot as you are.”
“Shame we’re running for our lives,” I purr, “or I would push you against that wall and fuck you so hard you’d fall into a second heat.” Bird whines. His eyelashes flutter. “Unfortunately, we are.”
I’m a mean Alpha.
