My rage demands I finish him, but I whip around, shouldering another alpha to the side as I drive toward that black scent stained with my ohm-ga’s suffering. With every laborious step, less alphas stand in my way. As my cellmate promised, somemen hung back, unsure about supporting Ray, but many still rushed to obey him.
A challenge flares behind me, but when I turn, Al surges into place, forcing the man’s head down onto his knee with a vicious crack. He gives me a sharp nod before turning to take on another.
Two alphas jump into my path, blocking my view of Ray. Both men loom over me, big and radiating danger. One of them threatened Al back when I first came to prison. My alpha senses blare with warning, but I lunge ahead regardless. I cannot stop now, because the guards will arrive any second with their sharp, pinging weapons. And, as Al said, I only have one chance.
A dark blur flies in and attaches itself to the alpha on the right. Owen, smelling of bitter salad leaves, wraps his arms around the big man’s throat and locks his legs around his belly. Perhaps he’s not such a coward.
I hook my arm back and swing at the other alpha, searching for an opportunity. He lifts his arms, blocking me, and I feel the bunch of powerful muscles beneath his skin. This one does floor exercises too.
“You’re dead, feral,” he rasps, a savage look in his eye.
I ignore him and swing again. My hands ache as if they’re hitting a concrete wall. The heat blazing inside me saps my strength, like I’ve been fighting for hours.
More, more. I must find the energy from inside the fight rings, when death was the only answer.
The big alpha lunges forward. My brain registers, but my body responds a second too late, and his fist slams into my ribs. Pain echoes through me, but I lock it away like an alpha in a cell.
“Fight,” I whisper to myself. Fight like death is on the line. No, more than that. Fight to protect my ohm-ga. A powerful urge flickers to life, more potent than any I’ve felt before.
The alpha steps back, grinning as I hunch awkwardly to protect my bruised side. “Is that all you’ve got?” he says. “Not really living up to the feral name.”
A breeze caresses my face, full of chilly moisture. Rain’s coming.
I draw a deep breath and straighten. Dozens of fights brought me to this moment. Movements, defenses, blows that ended alphas’ stories. I punch out, arms moving in a blur, faster and faster. The alpha grunts, forced back a step. Ribs, calf, face, calf, spleen, calf. I drive into him, weakening his stance with each blow. He stumbles back, putting space between us. Within reach.
One step and my leg scissors out and up. Higher, higher I reach, beyond the height of Al’s pillowed hands, and right into the fucker’s jaw. He gurgles and drops, body folding up like a towel.
Behind him stands the alpha I want.
Ray glares at me, but the first flicker of sour fear leaks into his scent. As I stride forward, he turns and runs for the doorway, shouting for the guards.
Five seconds is all I have to avenge my omega. I’ll make sure it’s enough.
I leap forward, hand closing on the back of his collar. Ray whirls, punching desperately. He’s solid, and full of alpha challenge, but for a man who’s brought so much chaos to our lives, he feels oddly lightweight.
Five.
Muscles screaming, I hurl him toward the blind spot. Ray arcs through the air, his arms splaying wide as he slams into the concrete wall.
Four.
As I draw my fist back, Rickon’s voice whispers behind my raging thoughts.Don’t kill.I’m not sure that order applies to thisworm flailing in my grip, but I want to please my magical mate. Lucky I know ways to end a life that don’t stop their breathing.
Three.
Holding Ray at arm’s length, I touch one bloodied finger to the spot on his throat where the death alpha had his scar. I clench my hand and slam into the mark, not hard enough to break the neck behind, but enough that the fleshy cords beneath the skin collapse. The alpha spasms with pain and spins, clutching at the wall and trying to slide away.
Two.
I lift my leg, bending at the knee, and furl it out squarely in the middle of his back. Bone shatters and his legs give way.
Stinging rain beats down on my shoulders as guards pour out through the doorway. The air mists, steaming with our body heat. I fall on top of Ray, pounding my strongest blows down onto his limbs.
One.
Use it when you’re in the blind spot.
I dive my hand into my pocket and drag out Al’s spike, rolling Ray over with one rough shove. He put his filthy cock into a place I enter with great awe, a place that he should’ve never even glimpsed. He must never use that body part again. I tighten my grip on the shiv and plunge it down between his legs.
