Alex’s beast took over.
He broke through the band holding his right arm down. Then the left. Smith yelled for backup. But the guards that had been healing suddenly burst into flame once more.
For once Sheer had done the world some good.
Unfortunately, Yates was on Kennedy before Alex could get fully free. The rogue had her bent over the exam table, clawing at her trousers…
Alex saw his sister screaming, heard her sobs as someone hurt her. Over and over again. Then Yates finished, and Myers took his turn while Sheer watched. Time passed. They came for her again, and Myers held her down, a knife at her throat…
“No. Please.” Katie sobbed, disheveled, obviously abused. Tears tracked down her bruised cheeks and bloodied lips.
Around her, Myers, Yates, and Sheer stared down at her as if fascinated.
“Come on, pretty lady. You’ve been spilling secrets. We all know about it. How about you tell us the truth? Who knows about our facility and what we really do at U-Ground?”
Katie sobbed, then spat in Myers’s face. “Fuck you.”
“We’re gonna get back to that, precious,” Yates said with a chuckle. “But how about you tell us the truth? Who are you working with? Who else is on the inside, because it isn’t just you. I can smell it on you. Something familiar…”
Katie screamed and grabbed at the knife in Myers’s hand, then dragged him down on top of her, plunging the blade through her heart. As her eyes closed, she whispered, “I always knew this was coming, but it’s okay. You needed to see this. You need to find the others. Save Bailey. Love…you.”
“Katie,” he moaned, feeling his heart break all over again. No. Not Katie.Kennedyfought her attacker. He had to help her. He broke through the rest of his restraints, his body larger than it normally was, rage and adrenaline fueling his will to fight.
But Kennedy was battling Yates on her own while Smith watched, alarmed yet fascinated by the battle. Yates seemed to be toying with her, slapping her down each time she got free of him. Enjoying her desperation, her fear. The sick fuck.
Alex roared, and just as Smith moved to intervene, he threw the man so hard he shattered the giant mirror on the other side of the room. Alex swore he heard bones crack, but he needed more. To see his enemy in agony, to feel the blood of his opponents as he tore their lives apart.
Smith looked broken, unmoving, his back twisted at an angle no human would get up and walk away from.
Alex stepped past him, ignoring the pain radiating throughout his body. Yates saw him coming, slapped Kennedy across the face and punched her hard enough to bruise her spleen.
She sagged, but not before swiping out with her claws, raking him across the face hard enough to make him howl. She drew blood, then screamed at him, enraged, her beast fully engaged.
Alex was taken aback by her fury, his beast enchanted. No wilting flower, his mate intended to annihilate her enemy, and he wanted to watch her bathe in his blood.Love her so much,his beast growled.
Seeing that not only was Kennedy not cowed, but she’d grown angrier, Yates looked from her to Alex and tore out of the room.
“Clean up in lab 207,” came a dry voice from the intercom.
Alex moved to follow Yates, needing to end his life. But Kennedy fell to the floor. He paused, looking to see if she could manage.
“Go, I’m fine.” She sounded…not fine.
The urge to finally finish his enemy pulled at him. His beast needed to taste Yates’s defeat. At his hands, no one else’s. Finally so close to ending the fucker. Yet...
“Go,” she growled, her voice too breathy.
He clamped down on his beast and turned to Kennedy, knowing it was only a matter of time before reinforcements arrived. As he took a step, pain shattered his world.
He fell, clutching his head, wishing for anything to dislodge the spike of chaos invading his mind.
“No, focus on me, Alex. It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’ve got you. I love you, Alex. You’re mine. Be mine. Stay with me.” Kennedy’s voice soothed, but another, darker voice echoed inside him, ordering him to find Yates and kill him. To bring him to his knees, savage him in front of his mate, to show her he was worthy.
Kennedy whispered his name, her hands on his face, and he felt tears fall down his cheeks.
“I’m sorry. So sorry.” He tried to grab her hand in his but didn’t have the strength. “I should never have let you come here. I should have stopped you before you joined them. It’s my fault.” He saw a shadow beyond her, one growing as it approached.
“Oh Alex. It’s me. Not Katie, sweetheart. I’m fine. It’s Kennedy, and I’m all right.”
