Robes are pulled off, and the Resistance reveal themselves, and they are dressed to go to war. A whole lot of them are wearing dark war paint on their faces that were hidden behind masks. I find myself leaning forward, urging them on.
The shove of betas against the Resistance is fierce, but the pledges don’t have the skill they have, though they have the numbers.
Where is Jarek?
His red hair catches the light, and I see him fighting beside a group of fighters. They are closer to the stairs, maybe within a few feet. He might be able to make it, but he’s pushed back. He shouts and surges forward, and the beta in front of him dies, but two more replace him.
He looks incredible, dangerous, wild, untamed. I want to be with him so badly right now. To fight at his side, to just stare at the mastery of his face and just bathe in the sparkling aura that is my alpha. This god who gave up everything in a second to be with me.
I clench my hands, frustrated with all the distance between us.
I take a step, but the sword point comes back to me.
“Take one step, I dare you,” the beta hisses, his mouth twisted in rage. The sword point trembles with how much he wants to put it through me. Our eyes meet, and all I see is hate. “You should die,” he hisses at me, his lips trembling.
A cry sounds out behind me. I turn my head carefully to see Legion being torn from Walker. The alpha fights and kills seven betas in mere seconds, his sword a blur, but he’s not a match for their numbers either, but they don’t get the omega from his alpha.
They overwhelm him, and within seconds, he’s standing with sword points pressed against him. He glares at the goddess, never taking his eyes from her, as he stands in front of Legion.
The beta sighs like she’s annoyed.
“Take the omega from him.”
Walker kills two more.
“Are you going to make me do this?” she asks, and her lips crack, blood running down her chin.
Walker glares at her.
“Kneel, Dog.”
Walker fights so hard his tendons pop out in his neck, but he kneels.
“Leave him alone!” I shout.
Legion is dragged away from him, a knife held to his throat. Legion’s eyes are soft, but there’s a smile on his lips.
“Why are you smiling?” the goddess snaps.
“He loves me,” Legion says simply.
She looks between them in disgust.
“Should we kill them?” A guard asks.
The Beta Goddess slashes out with a knife. “Have I said to kill them?”
The beta looks at his missing hand, staring at the stump in horror.
“Do not do anything. We’re just going to watch for a while,” she says and jerks her way towards the edge of the stage, glaring at the fighting.
The beta whimpers, turning, his wrist pumping out blood.
“You should put something on that,” I suggest blandly.
He blinks at me and passes out.
“Or not.”
