Page 105 of Demon Boss' Baby Load
Duke’s heartbegan to pound. “Nat? Is he being hurt?”
“Fast breathing. No one’s laying a finger on him right now,” Crush said with a frown. “As far as I can tell.”
Duke handed Wanda over to Crush. Wanda began to make soft, protesting sounds.
Crush sighed and shrugged out of his clothes, shifting into a large grey wolf. Wanda stopped protesting; she grabbed handfuls of Crush’s fur and tugged. Crush curled protectively around her.
“I’ll message for backup,” Raptor said.
“Thanks. I’m going in.” Duke dropped his glamour. He had worn it to move through town so he would draw less attention. But now that they had found Turkeyson, he wanted all his energy going into raw power. “Where are they?”
“East side of the warehouse, on the far corner,” Crush said, still in his wolf shape.
Duke nodded. Then he was jogging to the nearest warehouse entrance, straining his ears for any kind of sound.
Nat had not mentioned what species Turkeyson was, or what abilities he had. Duke erred on the side of caution and moved as quietly as he could, slipping through the first unlocked door he could find.
Inside, the warehouse was dim. Dusty crates obstructed the doorways; Duke had to carefully pick his way around them.
After a while, he heard the low growl of a voice. Turkeyson.
His pulse thundered. He edged around corners, his body tensed to attack.
The voice grew louder. Then came a pained yelp, and Duke had to stop himself from plowing through the walls for Nat.
He needed the element of surprise. He couldn’t fuck this up.
He clenched his burning fists through Nat’s whimpering, hurrying as quickly as he could down the hallways.
There was one set of doors left between himself and Nat, Turkeyson snarling behind it.
“Worthless bitch,” Turkeyson snapped, slamming something metallic against concrete. Nat yelped, and yelped again.
Duke’s restraint snapped. He crashed through the double doors to find Nat on the floor, cowering as Turkeyson held a metal chair above him, ready to send its steel legs plunging down into his unprotected body.
Turkeyson whirled around, teeth bared. “Who the fuck are you?”
“Nat’s alpha,” Duke snarled.
He stalked forward, watching from the corner of his eye as Nat scrambled out of Turkeyson’s range.Good boy.
When Turkeyson noticed Nat’s escape, he whirled back.
Duke was on him in a flash, grabbing the alpha by his throat and yanking him away.
Turkeyson spun out of his grasp, raising his fists. “I’m Nat’s alpha, you son of a bitch!”
“You lost your right the moment you hurt him,” Duke snapped. He summoned Hellfire to his fist and slammed it into Turkeyson’s jaw.
Turkeyson’s head snapped to the side. He roared and threw a punch. “I do what I want with him.”
“No.” Duke dodged his attack. “Omegas have a right to feel safe and loved, and you’ve given him none of that.”
The alpha swung several punches at Duke, his fists fueled by rage. But his technique was clumsy, easily dodged. It was clear that he had only hit people who couldn’t fight back.
The more punches Duke dodged, the more incensed Turkeyson grew.
“Nat, are you hurt?” Duke sidestepped a blow, his eyes on the alpha in front of him.
