It’s the truth, though. They’re going to see that Mirabelle has mates when they examine her.
It probably looks bad to say we’re her bondmates without even knowing her last name.
“Look,” I say, my hand trembling as I hold my phone to my ear. “I know it looks bad, but we just—we just need her to get help, okay? We just need her to be okay.”
“Please cooperate with the authorities, sir. They will be there soon.”
My knuckles turn white as I grip my phone.
“Okay, thanks?—“
“She’s having another,” Rage growls, reaching to steady Mirabelle’s head as she thrashes on her side.
“Fuck,” I curse, tossing the phone to the side as I kneel by Mirabelle’s side, helping hold her steady so she doesn’t hurt herself.
Luckily, we’re in bed, so there’s not much she can thrash against other than the headboard.
This time, Mirabelle vomits. Luckily, with her on her side, she doesn’t choke on it.
Time seems to slow down as Rage and I hold her.
This is so fucked.
My head jerks up when the door to our hotel room opens. A scared-looking concierge worker steps aside and a whole bunch of police officers in bulletproof vests storm into the room, their guns drawn.
Holy shit, they’ve brought the whole cavalry.
“Let go of the omega!”
“Step aside, now!”
“Get out of the way!”
A chorus of orders are screamed at us from all directions.
I hold my hands up in surrender, my eyes scanning the crowd of people for any actual medical personnel. I get why they’re sending in the police first, but the police won’t help with Mirabelle’s condition.
Rage doesn’t react well to the crowd of men, mostly alphas, who storm into the room yelling a whole bunch of shit.
He curls himself over Mirabelle’s naked body, shielding her from the perceived threats.
One police officers storms towards me, grabbing me and throwing me to the floor, pinning me to it with a knee to my back as he wrenches mywrists behind me.
“He’s not getting away from the omega!” One police officers snarls.
“Something’s not right about him, is he feral?”
“Get the tasers out.”
This is a shitshow.
Rage won’t react well to being tazed. It doesn’t take a genius to connect the dots as to why.
“Don’t hurt him!” I yell as I’m hauled to my feet and marched towards the door. “You guys are freaking him the fuck out! That’s his mate, right now!”
“Shut up and keep moving,” the alpha behind me growls, shoving me forward. “Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.”
“You guys don’t understand!” I say, struggling against their hold and trying to glimpse Mirabelle through the crowd of police officers in fucking riot gear.
