“Where?” Thorne asks, and Havoc only nods in the direction in front of him. Anger replaces the fear once coursing through my body, and yet my mind is blank. Ican’t get a single thought to fully form. I need a plan. I need to help Havoc and save Noa.
“I can catch them.” Thorne is already headed towards his car, but I stop him at Havoc’s tense nod. He’s shaking his head no, and I know it is already too late.
“Sir, I need you to stand with me.” A paramedic tries to wrap his arms around Havoc, but Havoc shakes them off again.
“I’m fine. I need to get my Omega,” Havoc whispers as he stands on his own. He goes to take a step, but he stumbles a bit, and I have to catch him. He’s more injured than he thinks.
“We’ll find her. You focus on getting better,” I say, trying to get him to stop moving. He’s obviously in pain, and there’s nothing I can do about it. There’s nothing I can do about Noa being taken. I failed my Pack, and now I have to do everything in my power to get them back.
Thorne is worried. Havoc is hurt, and Noa is in danger. Fuck. I run my hand over my head, looking around for any sign of… I don’t know. Anything that could help me fix this fucking mess. Wrapping my arm around Havoc’s back, lifting him with Thorne on his other side, we take him to the ambulance truck. He sits on the edge where it opens in the back.
“One of us stays here, the other looks for clues, and I’ll talk to the police. They kidnapped her. Everyonehere had to have seen it–” I say, trying my best to sound like I know what the fuck I’m talking about.
“RWI-0191.”
I whip my head back to stare at Havoc as he keeps repeating these numbers. He mumbles them over and over, and I’m trying to make sense of them, but nothing lights up in my brain about what these numbers mean.
“I’ll write it down,” Thorne says, pulling his phone out.
“License plate number,” the paramedic mutters as he checks Havoc’s stomach, pressing and watching him flinch.
My face flushes as I realize that Havoc is indeed rambling a license plate number. Of course my mate gets every piece of information he can; he’s so damn smart.
“We’ll start with the police, then we’ll go to the rental car center. Maybe they can give information on where they are headed,” I say. I nod towards Thorne, deciding he’ll stay. If they go off, there is nothing anyone can do to stop these two, but at least they’ll have each other.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
NOA
The rumbling sound of an engine tells me I’m still in a car. I can smell their horrid scents as their scent blockers fade. I keep my eyes closed and my breathing even as they laugh and joke. It takes everything in me not to flinch at Jackson’s hand wrapped around my throat.
“Wakey wakey, omega, we’re here.” Mayfield’s teasing voice makes my skin itch as the car pulls to a stop. I slowly open my eyes, the darkness of night a stark contrast to the daylight I was expecting.
How long have I been out?
Jackson’s harsh blue eyes are already staring into mine as his hand tightens around my neck. Yanking me up by my neck, he sniffs along the side of my face. Dried tears and, honestly, some spit caked my face.
My omega is screaming at me, my heat kicking infull force as a cramp makes me hunch forward, into Jackson’s lap, who laughs, but I can’t process him as a whip of pain lashes my stomach.
“I knew you’d come back, omega,” he says, trailing one of his dirty hands down my face. I recoil, trying to get away, but with his hand on my neck, there isn’t much I can do. Come back? As if I’d ever come back tothem.
My brain is getting foggier by the minute, and I dread what’s coming. Omegas typically have a heat begging for a knot, for connection, for everything, and when they don’t get that. When they’ve never gotten it, their bodies change.
Or at least mine did. I was never interested in sharing my heat with anyone, and my body knew it. Instead of pleasure, bonds, and connection, I get pain. I get so much pain I can’t think, I can hardly breathe.
I can’t decide anything, much less whether I should fight now or once I get out of the car. As much as I want to thrash my body around and scream bloody murder, my body is frozen in pain. My limbs are too heavy for me to move, and his stare is like a nail piercing me still.
I focus on breathing, despite their scents coming in with each inhale. I have to live. I have to–
A lightning strike of pain rips across my abdomen, and I try to curl into myself to ease the pain, butJackson tightens his grip on me, making me freeze again.
“If you’re good, we’ll help you with that little problem,” Jackson whispers along the side of my face. Flinching when his hot breath hits me, he growls and yanks me up by my neck. Jackson’s car door opens, and I’m being pulled out from behind by Derrick. This is my time. My chance to run.
Derrick’s arm is bound around my stomach, so I let my weight go, and I slip into his arms. His arm is closer to my boobs, so I attack his arm. Scratching and pulling, trying to get them to let me go. I can’t pay attention to him, the sounds, or my surroundings. I’m completely focused on getting his arm to let me go. Just as Derrick’s arm is loose enough for me to slip out from under it, Mayfield snatches my body and throws me over his shoulder. His shoulder digs into my stomach, and I see the neighborhood they used to live in—all these big houses with the lights off. No one is around to help—no one would risk their social standing for an omega.
I’ve always been alone here. If anyone heard my screams, my struggle, they didn’t care. They never did because in their eyes, I’m just an omega.
Mayfield drags his nose up along the back of my thigh, and I shiver in disgust as I feel his lips on my skin. Using my nails, I dig at his back, trying to weaken him, but he just laughs. Mayfield has always beenstronger than Derrick, but that just means I need to try harder. I shake my head, trying to think, to do something. My brain won’t work; I can’t think of a plan, a plan I need. I need to get back to my alphas. My real alphas. I need them.
