“That doesn’t matter. You’re mine.” He cuts himself off and lunges for me, but I take off. Not fast enough. He grabs my hair and yanks me back, and I scream. I swing, scratch, kick, anything to get him to let me go, but nothing works, and panic is crawling up my throat.
He yanks my body up and against him, sniffing along my neck and laughing.
“I don’t see a bond mark. Where is it, you little slut,” he grunts, and I’m happy he’s struggling. It means I’m not as weak as I once was, but I wish he’d let me go.
I don’t bother responding. My wide eyes search for my alpha, but I can’t find him. I can’t freaking find him. Jackson drags me out the front door and shoves me into a waiting car. Jackson slides in after me. I look to my left and I see Mayfield in the backseat holding a white cloth that I know will be shoved into my face. I see Derrick in the driver's seat, and I sob, unable tocontrol my breathing, knowing they are trying to knock me out. I keep kicking, keep swinging, but I feel my body getting weak.
“We finally got you, omega.”
I’m done for.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
HAVOC
Her fear was instantaneous. The bond between us charges with lightning fear. The taco truck and the surrounding people become invisible as my body registers that my omega is in danger. Dropping our tacos, I can hear the gasps of people around me as I take off in a high-speed run towards Cozy Bear Blankets.
Noa needed me. She might have tried to get something and is about to fall. Maybe she hurt herself on her sewing machine? I wasn’t sure what this fear was for, but I was coming to take care of it.
A metallic scent hits my nose before a body does. Tackled like a football player, another body rams into mine from the side. I’m not sure how this person thought this was going to go down. I may be no athlete or officer, but I am a 6’4 ex-enforcer.
I’ve had years of fighting on the streets, and while it might not be military or professional experience, I was already ready for a fight. I had to be. On the drug-infested streets of New York and between the dealers and Mafia men, it was literally my job to be the strongest.
I recognize the face of the person who attacked me. Derrick’s smaller frame does close to nothing, even with his police background, as he rams into me. My feet only stumble once, but I gain my footing faster than he thought I could. My hands are already on his shoulders, shoving him out of the way as I race towards my omega.
Seeing them, I know my timing is limited. They may have every second mapped out on their plan to take Noa and me, but I can’t let them win.
He tries to grapple me again, his shoes squealing against the pavement in his attempt to stop me. His hands reach for me again, desperation leaking from every pore the man has. Turning to face him, I throw a punch, my right hook landing on his cheek, and he flies to the ground. I don’t wait around to see if he gets back up. If Derrick is here, that means his Pack is here. Noa is in danger and I’m not moving fast enough to save her.
Either way, there are two members of the Fallon Pack missing, and I have no doubt one of them is in the bright white shop mere yards away from menow. As I get closer, I see Jackson in the store's window.
I know it’s him. I’d studied their pictures long enough for them to be etched in my mind. Based on the way he lunges for my omega, I can tell he’s done it before. He’s far too loose in his stance, far too comfortable being the stronger man in the situation.
He has her by her arm. I can see him dragging her in the window. My alpha roars as I see my omega fighting. I pump my legs, running on adrenaline.
My feet land on the edge of the sidewalk. I can practically feel the metal of the doorknob in my hand. I’m ten feet away, and Jackson has my sweetheart, kicking and screaming, as he pulls her out the door. Noa is busy fighting to see me. But I’m here.I’m coming to help you, sweetheart.
“Noa!” I yell, and I really wish I hadn’t. Not when seconds later I’m falling. Hot metal burns my back, and the sound of an engine blares in my ears. Far too close to my body. The impact sends me flying, my body crashing into the store. I hear the crack in her window as my body bounces off the store window and onto the ground. My knees take the brunt of my body hitting the pavement.
What the fuck?
Headlights flash, and it’s hard to gather a coherent thought as my vision wavers in and out. They clipped me with a fucking car. I try to use my hands to catchmy fall, but the pavement rips up my skin as my face collides with the ground.
All I can think of is getting to Noa. I still hear the roar of the engine.I still have time. I try to jump up as I see a blurry Noa being shoved in the car, but my body doesn’t respond as fast as my mind.
I don’t have a choice; I can’t fucking lay here.
Fury gets me standing, pain radiating from every inch of my body, as I attempt to stand. With my knees holding the crushing weight of my body, I’m in too much pain. As my vision comes back to me, their car is pulling off with my omega inside of it, before I can get to my feet.
Holy fuck, I just got hit by a car.
That fact lingers in the back of my mind as I force my legs, pumping them faster and faster as I chase after my omega. But I’m so fucking slow. I can’t feel her, not in my bond, not in my mind, nowhere, which fuels my body more as I race to them.
But I’m too late. Too fucking late, and I know it, but I can’t stop running. I need her. I need to save her, and yet my body won’t move fast enough. It never will.
My eyes land on the license plate. All I could hope for was to find her before something happens to her.
RWI-0191.Again. Havoc, fuck, repeat it.
