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He stills. “How do I know that?”
“Because-”
An alpha comes charging through the library and clocks me across the face, knocking my ass over. He keeps the omega behind him as he comes after me again, and I hold up my hands in surrender. “I mean no harm, man.”
“Why were your hands on my mate then?” He’s livid, but then, he should be.
“I was just trying to talk to him, calm him down, because I think he’s my mate’s brother.”
“You put your fucking hands on MY omega. I’m going to fucking kill you!” His boot comes at my leg and something crunches, but the omega seems to stop him before he gets another kick in.
“Owen, wait! Maybe we should hear him out. He didn’t hurt me, I promise.”
Fuck. Pretty sure something’s broken in my leg.
“Why the fuck were you touching my mate?”
“So you do know words. You should try those next time, you asshole, before you go breaking bones.” I carefully feel around the spot the other alpha kicked me. It’s got to be cracked, at least.
Colter comes back in then, trying to read the tension in the room. He sees me sitting on the floor with a bloody lip, a now-black eye that’s quickly swelling, and the inability to stand up because there’s definitely something wrong with my leg.
“I left you alone for like five minutes. What the hell happened?”
“Is Calai okay?” Because really, that’s all that matters.
“Calai?” this guy that looks like her brother asks.
“Holy fuck. You look just like her,” Colter says, with zero care about volume.
“I should, we’re twins. If you didn’t take her, then who did? How am I supposed to believe that after her being missing for nearly twenty years, you all walk through those doors with her, and you have nothing to do with her going missing when we were kids?”
“I fucking knew it,” I grumble. James hands me a flier that was likely pulled from the bulletin board out in the foyer. I take a look at it and my heart falls, because it’s a missing person’s ad with a much, much younger version of my mate on it, alongside a computer-aged version that looks creepily like her, but just different enough.
“What the hell did you do to him?” Colter asks, ready to go to bat for me now. There is way too much alpha energy in this room right now, and I am in a fuck ton of pain.
“Give him our number and we can chat later. I think I need to go to the hospital,” I say.
“What? Are you fucking serious? You psychopath!”
“I came out here to find him with his arms restraining my mate! You telling me you would have spoken before taking action if it were your own mate?” This Owen guy yells back.
“HE IS MY FUCKING MATE, YOU FUCKHAT!”
I remember the guy that we found with his hands on our omega. We definitely didn’t take time to chat before unaliving him.
“Don’t let Calai see me like this, she’ll freak out. Tell Kit to go distract her or something, take her shopping.”
“What about you? I can’t just leave you here alone! What if they decide to murder you?”
The omega rolls his eyes. “Oh my god. Why are alphas so dramatic? Owen! Apologize!”
This feisty omega gives his mate the same exact stare down I got from Calai this morning when she was telling me off for my dumb ass comments while she was being knotted, and Owen buckles under it just as easily as I did. This makes me smile, but that hurts my face. Hm. I wonder if I have a concussion? I ease myself back onto the ground because everything is getting a little bit fuzzy, and my head is spinning. I turn my head sideways to throw up. Guess that answers that question, then.
Colter is immediately by my side, cussing out the other alpha, but I can only smile at him as I fight to stay conscious.
???
I failed at staying conscious.
