“You tookeverythingaway from me,” Bat hissed to his father as he rounded the chair where the Sons of Silence had tied the battered older alpha.
I hadn’t wanted to leave the storage room in case Juneau came back, but I needed to know what was happening. Our entire bar was packed with bikers from the Sons of Silence.
Silas was sitting in one of the booths cleaning the wounds on Legs’s face as she glared at him. The two clearly had a history, but I didn’t know what kind. Legs was always tightlipped about her past before she came to the Titans and married her husband.
“You lost everything because you got soft,” Tug spat back at his son only to grunt when Bat’s fist connected with the side of his face.
“Bat, that’s enough,” Taz called from behind the bar where she’d been nursing a glass of whiskey.
“It’s not though, is it? This fucker has been trying to control me his entire life and look where it’s gotten me?” Bat’s voice cracked as he reached for one of the steak knives that he’d laid out on the table and slammed it into the top of Tug’s thigh. The alpha didn’t make any noise, but I could see that it had hurt like a bitch, even by Tug’s standards.
“Bat,” Silas’s voice was full of every inch of his alpha bark as he spoke. Bat’s shoulder stiffened and as he turned to glare at the Prez. “As much as I’d like to let you eviscerate him, he belongs to the Sons of Silence now. That was the deal.”
“You’re not going to let this fucker live, are you? And what about two-face over there?” Bat nodded to where Orpheus lay, still unconscious.
“They will be dealt with according to our ways. I wouldn’t worry too much though, I have no sympathy for child abusers and rapists. Their time on this earth is limited along with every other Titan that took advantage of someone weaker than them.” Silas raised his voice so everyone in the bar could hear him. As he spoke I saw several of the younger members of the Titans duck their heads and I knew that the chances of them surviving the night were slim to none.
Good, I thought viciously as I slipped off of the stool I’d been sitting on. I hoped they felt as much pain as they put the betas of the MC through.
“Podcast.” Doc’s voice drew my attention away from the scene unfolding in the center of the bar. He was standing at the end of the hallway, drying his freshly cleaned hands with a towel.
My poor alpha looked exhausted and I could feel his sadness through the bond as if it was my own. Doc was keeping it together for the rest of us, but I knew he was just as upset about Juneau falling back through the mirror as I was.
Once I got close enough he leaned down to talk quietly in my ear. “I hate to ask you this when you’re hurt, but can you go into the storage room and keep an eye on Rex? I just finished patching his leg up but he won’t speak to me anymore.”
‘Do you think his bond with Juneau is hurting him?’I asked, my stomach sinking. I had heard stories about alphas fading away after losing an omega, but I didn’t know how much that applied to someone magically time traveling.
“I don’t know, but it’s like he’s not all here. He seemed better when he was touching you earlier though,” Doc said with a shake of his head, his expression crumbling for just a second before he pulled himself back together.
‘She’s coming back, Doc, we just need to be patient,’I told him as I stood on my toes to press a comforting kiss to his lips. I didn’t have magical powers like Rex or Juneau did, but I could feel it deep in my bones.
Juneau would find a way back to us. If anyone could do it, it was her.
“I just hope you’re right.” Doc sighed, leaning against me for support for just a moment and then straightening again. “Take care of him for me, all right?”
I nodded and headed back down the hallway, hoping with everything that I had that I was right about our missing omega.
Chapter Thirty-Six
“Rex,man,you’vegotto eat something,” Bat said from the doorway of the storage room.
I ignored him and continued to stare up at the shattered mirror. It had been twelve hours since Orpheus had tried to kill us all. As soon as Juneau exploded the bottles of liquor the tides had almost immediately turned in our favor. The door to the bar burst open again and Silas and his men had swarmed the place, taking control of the situation.
I hadn’t waited any longer than that to follow Juneau to the storage room only to find Podcast unconscious with cuts in his fucking chest and Orpheus moaning in pain on a bed of shattered mirror shards. His face had looked like melted white chocolate and was nearly unrecognizable.
Juneau was nowhere to be seen and I knew in my gut that she had fallen back through the mirror and back into her own time. Our bond was faded and stretched, thinning out in the middle. It was like she was dead, and the feeling made me nearly catatonic as I sat in front of the mirror.
“It’s the bond,” I heard Doc whisper. “This is why I didn’t want anyone to bond with her until after the solstice passed. It’s shredding him on the inside.”
“What the fuck are we supposed to do?” Storm asked but was promptly shushed by one of the BBs.
Wren and Taz had gone upstate to get Silas when Legs was taken, that was why they hadn’t called to warn us about Orpheus. They’d brought the cavalry back with them, but it had been too late.
I’d let Doc dig the bullet out of my thigh and patch me up, but other than that I was sitting in front of the mirror, waiting.
Soft hands slid under my chin as Podcast turned my head so that I was facing him. I could see the white gauze bandage sticking out from underneath his shirt from Orpheus’s knife wounds.
“She’s coming back,” I told him, filling my voice with surety before tapering off into something more vulnerable. “She has to, right?”
