“On his way to the Institute.”
I can’t hold back my gasp, but it is covered by Icarus’ snarl. “But you said?—”
“I’m Maya Frost. I can say what I like. Play with you how I like. You are spectacularly stupid if you think thatyoucan play withme. Just be glad that you’re not being punished. Why did you think that I would reward you with an Omega? I won’t ever let you bond your own pack. You’re mine.”
Icarus lets out a roar, storming toward Maya.
For the first time, she shrinks back, frightened.
Fuck, he’s snapped.
I ignore Icarus’ original order and hurl myself into the room.
Maya is stabbing at the alarm button under the desk in terror.
“I’ve called security,” she squeaks.
“And I’m calling you a heartless, lying, money-grubbing, cowardly Alpha who doesn’t deserve to be Head Alpha.” Icarus grabs the sides of Maya’s desk and lifts it. It overturns with an earsplitting crash. “No one fucking sends away members of my Sinner pack. I’ve never been yours,but they are mine.”
Maya screams.
Her computer and laptop smash.
Icarus is feral, snatching the smaller Alpha by the throat, before slamming her against the wall.
He could kill her.
I throw myself toward Icarus, looping my arms around his waist and soothing him with my pheromones.
Icarus’ electric blue eyes are sparking with a wild fury.
Maya chokes, slapping at Icarus’ hands, as he raises her off the floor. It’s possible to see like this how much taller and stronger he is than her.
How much stronger he is than me or anyone in the Idols.
How gentle he is with all of us, even Lionzio.
How easily he could snap our necks, as he is close to with Maya, but how he never would.
“Bring Bird home,” Icarus growls.
Despite everything, Maya manages to wheeze a laugh. “You’re too late. The documents are signed. He’s lost to the system. I realize that I have given you too much freedom and status; you’ve forgotten your place.”
Suddenly, I hear the sound of heavy boots running down the corridor.
Icarus turns his head but doesn’t let go of Maya. He is too lost to his feral side.
The shouting is loud, but the heavy impact across my back is all I register.
I yell in pain, falling to the floor.
I try to struggle to my feet, but am I kicked back down again.
My eyes blur with pained tears. I can just make out four burly security team members wielding heavy batons.
One has a gun.
They’re hitting Icarus.
