“Fucking obviously,” someone else said, tone dripping with sarcasm.
“We need to bring her in.”
“How are we supposed to do that? We should wait for the Omega Safety Division. They know how to deal with shit like this.”
“There are reports of this omega being kidnapped away from her bonded alpha. We can’t leave her in this place with her possible kidnapper. Let’s get her out.”
My gaze pinballed from person to person, watching them talk. Most of the alphas had fled the room—my scent would be strong enough to throw them into a rut if they hadn’t had one recently. It was betas remaining, none of whom seemed to have a clue what to do with an omega in heat. With me.
But at least there weren’t alphas.
I didn’t want anyone exceptmyalphas, but my body might have other ideas. It was ready to do whatever it needed to do to get rid of this unceasing pain.
Three betas advanced on me all at once.
I screamed, hoping it would deter them. It did for a mere second, but then they were coming forward again, holding their hands up like they were calming a rabid dog about to attack. I hated their scents invading my space, making it impossible for me to concentrate on anything except my instinctual need to have themoutof my nest.
“Leave me alone,” I begged, shaking my head when one of them got within grabbing range.
He cringed sympathetically. “Miss, we have to take you…”
“I’m not kidnapped. This is my nest, please.”
One of the others grabbed my arm while I was focused on his coworker, dragging me unceremoniously from the bed. My vision went red and I thrashed, kicking and punching, and wishing I had Nyla in my hand so I could actually do damage.
They were taking me from my nest.
Where were my alphas?
Ineededmy nest.
If I couldn’t have a knot, and they took my nest from me…
All my efforts did nothing, and I was wrestled out of the room. Past Nyla, lying on the floor. It didn’t matter how I strained to go back.
They didn’t take me into the living room with Ambrose. He was cursing them out, his rage potent in our bond. I was pulled out of the apartment, into the hallway and down to the elevator.
It was a reminder of the last time this had happened.
Last time, I’d stopped and demanded Dash come with me.
This time, they didn’t let me stop. I tried to. I pleaded with them to not take me away, my cramps getting worse the farther I got from my nest and my alpha.
None of them said anything as we descended to the parking garage.
A car was waiting for us in front of the elevator doors again, except this time, there wasn’t a fake-smiling omega waiting for us.
There was the barrel of a gun. I heard the two soft pops of silenced gunshots and two bodies hitting the ground with hard thuds. I stared, stunned, at the half-open back window. My brother’s eyes met mine from behind the weapon—the one that was now pointed at me.
His blue gaze was empty of empathy, not a second of thought for the two men he’d just killed. I couldn’t look away, not even to confirm that the uniformed police officers were dead. Did I want to see them bleeding onto the concrete, anyway?No.
“Get her in the car. They’ll realize what’s going on shortly,” Tobias barked.
He kept the gun in the window until the remaining beta officer pulled it open. I yelped, hitting my head as I was shoved in. Then that barrel was pressed against my stomach, cool through the thin layer of my shirt, digging into my body. The beta got in the front passenger seat and the driver zipped away, careening around corners until we hit the street.
The sun was finally rising after a hellish night, but there was nothing glorious about this sunrise or this day.
“You fucking stink,” Tobias muttered, holding a handkerchief up to his nose while his other hand held steady on the gun.
