The second asshole reaches around me and makes a mad snatch for Cove’s arm. Sighing, I kick him in the shin. I don’t go full force because that shit is exceptionally painful.
This is why they tell omegas to stay home when they’re close to their heat.
Biology sucks.
It’s not her fault this wave came out of nowhere.
It’s just unfortunate that intelligence disappears from some alphas when they catch the scent of a potent omega.
That’s still on him, though.
Yeah, she smells delectable. That doesn’t give anyone the right to touch her without permission.
“Give us some space,” I say, my palms connecting with the first guy’s chest. He stumbles back, but his eyes are glassy and locked over my shoulder.
He’s zeroed in on Cove, and that’s a bad sign. Especially if she runs, his instincts will push him to chase down the omega.
“What the fuck is your problem, man? Alphas are supposed to share.” The second guy takes a swing at me, and I bring up a forearm, blocking his follow-through. My hands come together on his wrist, and I spin around him, locking his arm behind his back as I slam his front against the wall.
“Chill the fuck out, unless you want to end the night in handcuffs,” I growl close to his ear. Glancing over my shoulder, I check for any of the venue’s staff. “If anyone wants to do their job, I could use some help over here.”
There’s still an insane amount of noise from the fans trying their best to get Liminal’s attention.
The guy I’m restraining struggles against my hold, but a security guard in a red polo finally makes his way in my direction. Turning toward him, I shove idiot number two at him.
“There’s more than one.” My head whips back to where Cove was two seconds ago, but she’s missing. “Fuck…” I take off, skidding around the corner that leads to the cutover to the other hallway.
My chest gets tight as soon as she comes into view. Idiot number one has her backed against the wall, and he’s looming over her.
I move faster than I thought was possible. His right arm rests against the brick above her head, and I grab his wrist, spinning him to face me.
He must be left-handed.
He takes a swing at me and actually manages to connect with my temple before I can get my arm up to block.
I take the hit, twisting into him.
It gives me leverage to pull my knee up as I shove his right arm down. My knee connects with the bend of his wrist, which wasn’t what I was aiming for, but the crunch is satisfying.
The guy wails, slamming his left fist into my ribs. It doesn’t feel great, but at least it’s not as painful as the swing he landedto the side of my skull. I jump back, giving myself enough space to connect with his jaw. He falls back against the wall with a satisfyingoomph.
“I’m the lead singer for Darkest Nights. This is my personal bodyguard. That guy is the problem.” Cove points at the asshole and runs into my chest. She wraps her arms around my back, rubbing her face across my pec.
Well, thank fuck.
We finally got some backup.
Too bad the omega is still out of it.
We give a quick report. The venue security team doesn’t give me too much trouble, but it takes longer than I would like.
Cove still smells like an omega who’s about to go into heat, and my main focus is getting her somewhere secluded.
I’m not even sure when I picked her up.
It must have been around the time the security supervisor finally made his way over. I didn’t like the way his nostrils flared as he caught her scent.
She’s average height for an omega, or maybe an inch or two taller, but that makes it easier to carry her as she stays wrapped around my front. She’s latched on so tightly that I could probably pull my hand off her ass, and she’d keep herself attached to me.
