Rook has an overpowering bark, which is one reason he’s so good at his job. Even alphas outside of his pack have a hard time not complying with his orders, especially when under the influence, so the football team has no chance.
But all I can think about right now is Faye.
Leaving the coughing jock, I rush to her side. She lays in a heap on the sand, shaking.
“D-Damon?” Her bottom lip trembles. “Is that you?”
Why does she have to look at me like that? Like because I’m here, everything will be okay?
“Get up,” I growl, pulling her onto her feet.
“What’re you doing here?”
She wobbles, struggling to keep her balance. I grit my teeth and put my arm around her shoulders to steady her.
Hold it together, Damon. Hold it together.
“What’re you doing here?” I scowl. “I told you to stop putting yourself in dangerous situations!”
Her face crumples, like she’s trying not to cry, making me feel like the biggest asshole of all time.
“I didn’t know this would happen,” she whispers.
“Are you hurt?” I force a slightly calmer voice.
“N-no.” She shakes her head. “I mean, I don’t think so.”
She winces when she takes a step, so I grab her bicep, scanning her for signs of injuries. “What is it?”
“It’s nothing.” She sucks in her bottom lip, chewing on it.
“Faye.” I glower. “Don’t make me ask you again.”
“I think I may have cut my leg on a rock or something when I slipped.” She flaps her hand. “But I’ll be fine. It’s nothing.”
I drop to my knees to take a look. “It doesn’t look like nothing.” She has a nasty gash on her shin, blood trickling down her leg. I tear off a shred of my shirt then wrap it around her leg a few times. Not perfect, but it’ll do for now. “I’m taking you to the clinic to get checked over. No arguments.”
She takes a few more pathetic limps. If she continues at this speed, we won’t reach the clinic by sunrise. It’s like she’s doing this on purpose. Why can’t she be more careful?
I groan. “I’m carrying you.” I scoop her up into my arms without waiting for permission. Feeling her warmth pressed against my chest is a personal form of torture.
“Are you okay, Faye?” an omega I don’t recognize runs over, flanked by Taj and Leon, members of the Princeton Pack. I’m guessing they’re bonded. I’ve met Taj and Leon before. They’re good guys but that doesn’t lessen my fury at this happening. Where was their security protocol? “I’m so sorry.”
“She cut her leg and probably needs stitches,” I snarl at them. “You should hire more security next time.”
The same alpha woman who confronted me when I first arrived overhears and steps in. “I hired extra security. They just didn’t show up.”
“Not good enough,” I growl. “My omega got hurt.”
Did I just call hermy omega? Shit. This is why I’ve kept my distance. She gets under my skin.
“Damon, this isn’t Carmen’s fault,” Faye murmurs. “Don’t worry about it. It’s my fault for falling over.”
Carmen’s omega is on the brink of tears. “I knew this party was a bad idea.”
Leon wraps his arm around her shoulder. “Hey, it’s okay.”
“The party was great, Amora,” Faye says. She’s too fucking nice. Doesn’t she realize she could have gotten seriously hurt or worse? I saw how those football players were scenting her. “I’ll be fine. Really. It’s just a little cut.” Even though I’m carrying her, she snubs me by looking away pointedly. “Ignore Damon. He has no manners.”
