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“Stay where you are!” The Judge barks.
My feet lock to the spot, and I grind my teeth at the pain of it. Another wave hits me, breaking the alpha bark.
I blink, trying to bring the room into focus and find Darion and Sebastion standing over me looking feral.How did I get to my knees?
I reach up and touch Seb’s leg, only to snap my head around as Lukas crawls his way towards us.How the hell did he get off the platform?I look up and realise he must have dragged himself off. I shake my head, stunned and amazed.
A guard kicks him, and I’m up across the space and slashing at his face using the only weapon I have, my brightly painted, sharpened fingernails.Thank you, Scarlet!The man stumbles back, shouting as Darion and Seb join us. Seb’s fist hits the man so hard he crashes against the wall and drops motionless to the ground.
My alphas, I think with sad, sick amusement just as another wave hits. The room turns white as my womb convulses; the pain brings my focus to one point. The sound of snarling alphas makes the room feel like it’s shaking.
I grit my teeth and breathe through my nose.I can beat this. Women have done this for years, control. I have control. I will make it through this second and then the next. Wait a second, the idea is slippery, but I grip hold of it and refuse to let go.
I clutch onto Lukas, holding him upright in my arms as Darion and Seb explode into movement, fighting off men with batons that come charging towards them. Their violence is almost artistic, and the omega in me howls for it. They paint the walls in blood. Alphas fight to get to me, but Seb and Darion mow them down again and again.
The waves of pain make things blurry. The world goes in and out of focus, but the scents of my alphas, their aggression, push me closer and closer to the heat.
“Missy!”
I turn, hearing my name, and find two mask-wearing men approaching. I snarl, baring my teeth.
Their scents overwhelm me, giving them away. My body clenches in need while my mind rebels in a savagery that surprises me.
“Yarek and Eli!” I say in loathing. I’m not surprised to know they’re here. They pull off their masks, hungry and frantic.
“Come with us. We’ll take care of you.” Yarek tries for sweet but misses the mark. Pathetic.
“Omega, come here!” Eli barks. The pain is instant, but I wait until he gets close and swing. I slam my fist into Eli’s throat and knee Yarek in the balls, and then Sebastion takes over, beating them so viciously that they stop making sounds altogether. I wonder if they’re dead and then lick my lips and clutch Lukas harder, moaning.
The judge is angry, he’s standing in the middle of this mayhem. His guards are holding back his masked people. More are pouring in through hidden doors. He screams and points to pockets of people. Furious but clear-headed. My scent isn’t affecting him, and I realise his mask must protect him from the pheromones. That idea that I couldn’t quite grasp becomes crystal clear.
It’s in that moment that I realise I’m not the only one he wants. He wants the entire pack. His greed has reached levels of madness. I look around wildly, hoping to see anything that might give us the upper hand. I know what I have to do.
I turn back to Lukas and stroke his face, and then I stand up. My legs wobble, but no one pays attention to me as I throw myself across the room. I reach the judge before he sees me, scrabbling at his head, ripping the hard plastic off his face.
I pause. He looks so normal. I see a face I’ve seen so often this past year on TV, on park benches, his face plastered on newspapers. He’s the man that is promising to clean up my neighbourhood. I remember him. He doesn’t look like someone’s nightmare; he looks like a teacher or a neighbour. His smile is missing, and he’s frowning fiercely, but with his slightly receding hairline and lips twisted in a sneer, he hardly looks dangerous at all. But evil comes in all shapes and sizes, I guess.
“Fucking trash!” he sneers. “Fucking omegas.”
I lift my chin. “I grew up in those trash neighbourhoods, I’m not ashamed. We’re bred differently there, and I know how to ignore pain.”
He’s confused. I can see it. But he won’t be for long.
My stomach cramps again, right on cue, viciously, violently. I whimper, but I lock my legs to keep myself upright. I stay close to allow my scent to permeate into the air around him.
But the moment he gets a whiff of my scent, his eyes widen and then narrow. His teeth bare, and he breathes deep. Nostrils flare, his thin lip curls upward, his eyes dilate. I step back, but he lunges forward, his mouth angling to mine.
I scream in rage, in denial. I slash out with my free hand, my nails catching on his cheek and tearing into his face. My necklace gets caught in my fingers, and I grab it, holding the arrow tight and slash again at the judge’s head. He howls, and his forearm hits the side of my head, instantly dazing me. I hang in his hold, limp, shocked.
Gentle hands rip me out of his arms. Darion slams a fist into the judge’s gut. Then his other into his nose. Cartilage crunches and blood sprays. Darion is unstoppable. His fury, all the years of pain and nightmares, and my terrified heat scent in his nose, steals him away and leaves behind something else.
“Darion!” I scream over and over until my voice is hoarse. Lukas somehow manages to make his way to me, wrapping himself around me, holding me back, but holding me together, too.
An alpha lunges at us, and Lukas goes down. I snarl and lash out. He backhands me hard enough that I fly back, hitting the ground hard. My face is instantly numb. I whimper and push myself up.
Darion whips around, crimson splatters on his face, and his knuckles cut and dripping blood. He swings, hitting the alpha hard enough that his arm snaps. I see the way it bends and swallow bile. The rogue man howls and reels away while Darion takes his place in front of me again.
The sounds make me flinch, and I bite my lip, watching Sebastian and Darion get hammered. There are too many. They just can’t win against such numbers. Seb goes down under seven alphas but manages to get up. His muscles bulge, his face is strained as he throws them back. Blood pours from a cut on his head. He swings his fist, and the sound of bone crunching makes my stomach jolt. So much power in my gentle giant. I hate seeing him forced to do this. I hate it.
