Kyle brought his hands to his face, the wetness telling him he was bleeding, his vision blurry. Anyone who said getting hit in the nose wasn’t abig deal was a liar.
He was pretty sure she’d broken the damn thing.
“Hold up,” Daniel said in that ‘I’m a good guy’ voice he had. If anyone could calm a panicking omega, it was Daniel. Except, then a grunt that Kyle would have recognized anywhere as Daniel’s said that he hadn’t quite succeeded.
Kyle blinked away the tears in his eyes, that damn automatic reaction, in time to see Trent barring her escape. He had his hands up, palms out. “Already told you that we aren’t here to hurt you.”
The omega didn’t back down—not that he was suddenly believing the whole ploy. She’d gone rather quickly from so drunk she couldn’t walk to surprising two trained FBI agents.
It seemed she wasn’t exactly what she’d pretended to be.
The omega dashed forward, but Trent countered, able to avoid a strike to his ribs and twist her body until she leaned against him.
While Kyle and Daniel both knew about fighting—they had to in their line of work—Trent had always been the best at it. Suddenly he wasn’t quite as annoyed about Trent staying.
She swung her head back, but it seemed Trent had learned from Kyle’s mistake, because he tilted his to avoid it. When she tried to stomp on his foot, he quickly shifted it. The two seemed evenly matched.
At least, that was what Kyle thought until the omega lifted her foot to stomp again. Trent moved to dodge the hit, but doing so meant he had to shift his weight. The omega threw her body in that direction, unsettling Trent’s stance and bringing them both toppling down.
It was almost beautiful, in a twisted and violent way.
Trent put his arm out, trying to stop his fall from crushing the much smaller omega beneath him. Thatseemed to be exactly what she’d been waiting for, because she rolled when she hit the ground, avoiding Trent’s attempts to grab her again. She was quick, small and a few steps ahead.
That gave her an advantage, because before Trent could rise, before he could pick up all his bulk from the ground, the omega got her feet beneath her and took off.
She rushed toward the back of the parking lot and scaled the chain link fence as if the fight hadn’t winded her at all.
Kyle kept his hands over his nose, despite the stickiness of blood leaking down over his lips. “Well, damn. Can’t say I expected that.”
Daniel and Trent both grunted softly, as if in agreement.
Then again, who would ever have expected a tiny omega to lay out three full-sized alphas?
If he’d been attracted before…it was nothing close to now.
Chapter Three
Alison threw her shirt into the laundry basket much harder than she needed to, but damnit, she couldn’t help it.
She’d been planning for weeks. She’d had everything in place.
This was supposed to be the night she finally got some real information, the night everything paid off.
Instead, some do-gooder FBI agents had butted in—thinking they were white knights, as all men did—and she’d walked away with nothing.
The scouts had seen her face now, which meant she couldn’t just go out and hope to catch their attention again. If she showed up at the same club, it would be far too suspicious.
She stripped out of her clothing, wanting to wash away the scent of the club, the sweat from her dancing, the smells of the alphas. Maybe after that she’d feel better about it.
Not likely.
The hot water relaxed her, but it didn’t solve the problem. She was still fucked.
She didn’t have a lead. Her one shot had been entirely ruined.
Worse? She couldn’t seem to scrub the alphas who had messed everything up from her mind.
The one who had grabbed her, with his smooth voice and warm body. The one who had tried to grab her, his eyes far too kind. Lastly, the one she’d tangled with the most, the one who had nearly bested her, the large one who had barred the door.
