Page 78 of Marked Omega

CHAPTER 33: LILY

It doesn’t take long before I know that I won’t get away. Ten seconds, and I can hear the grotesque sounds of the creature loping after me. Slurping, snorting, panting, growling.

Five more seconds and I can actually feel the thunder of of its heavy footfalls.

One second, and its hot breath washes over my bare back.

I scream as the monster swipes its clawed hand, picking my ankle and sending me tumbling to the ground with my own momentum. I end up lying sprawled on my back, staring up into the blazing sun.

Then the sun is blotted out as a shadow falls over me.

This is it. I’m going to die.

The Alpha standing over me used to be Bishop. Now it’s just a twisted monster, all muscle and sinew and brutality. The blast from Dr. Lucian’s gun blew away his lower jaw completely, but his Alpha accelerated healing has kicked in already, turning his wound into a grotesquely puckered maw that drips blood and spit. His bloodshot eyes stare down at me with pure hate.

His mutated body is bulging with muscle, and his protective body suit hangs in ragged tatters, turn apart by his sudden growth spurt.

Then I make the mistake of glancing between his legs, and I see the hideous, gnarled cock that is erect and throbbing with desire.

He’s not going to kill me. At least not right away.

“Oh no,” I whisper.

A wet groan comes from that ugly hole of a mouth, and the beast lowers itself as it prepares to mount me. Without even thinking, my leg kicks out, striking him right in his dangling balls, and he tosses his head back with a high-pitched howl.

I turn over and try to scramble away, but his clawed hand seizes my ankle and drags me back. He pins me down against the earth.

Just as I’m about to scream again, something strange occurs to me.

That awful searing pain that I was feeling—the pain of being separated from my bound Alphas—it’s gone away completely. No pain at all.

Before I even have a chance to understand what that means, there is a savage snarl, the sound of a heavy impact, and the weight is immediately lifted from my back. When I roll over, I’m looking at two Alphas.

One of them is Kadmon. He’s saved me.

He and Bishop are fighting like feral dogs. They tumble over, biting and rending with their claws. At first, Kadmon has the upper hand. He has the element of surprise on his side. But he is also wounded badly from where Bishop shot him, and he is not fighting at one hundred percent of his strength.

With a disgusting, gurgling roar, Bishop kicks Kadmon and sends him tumbling. In a flash, the disfigured Alpha pounces on my mate, ready to tear him to shreds.

I can’t just sit by and watch this. I have to help somehow,

“Leave my mate alone!” I shout.

Snatching up a stone the size of a billiard ball, I let out my best battle cry and fling it at Bishop. The stone flies true and hits him at the base of a skull with a dull thunk.

For half a second, I feel kind of proud of myself. I don’t think I could make that shot again if I tried a hundred times. Also, I’m pretty sure if I made that throw against an ordinary man, it would knock him unconscious or maybe even kill him.

Bishop, however, is no ordinary man. Not anymore.

He turns on me with a snarl, strings of blood and saliva trailing from his mangled face. His eyes are inhuman with rage.

The beast crouches back on its haunches, preparing to pounce and tear me apart. But before it does so, something makes it freeze, tense muscles going rigid like a sculpted monster.

Across the landscape comes an angry bellowing roar. Two of them actually. A two part harmony of brutality and rage.

Addom and Hasker are charging toward us at a seemingly impossible speed. Their arms and legs are churning so quickly that they are little more than a blur.

Bishop gulps. He stumbles backward, preparing to flee, but Kadmon’s foot sweeps his legs out from under him, and he tumbles to the ground.