Maybe Marcus had something in his nightstand? My alpha didn’t seem like much of a fighter, but even a paperweight would go pretty far at the moment.
“Let go!”
With all my body weight, I attempted to roll over, reaching for the drawer. Really, I maybe made it a couple inches beforehe adjusted his weight to force me back down, but it was all I needed. In the struggle, I felt a familiar weight shift against my other side.
I plunged my hand into my other pocket, freeing my knife from the loose fabric, the blade popping open with the press of the button.
As much as I was pissed at Cameo, some of his bullshit was actually useful as I flipped the knife over in my hand, making sure it was pointed away from me before slamming it as hard as I could in the alpha’s thigh. It wasn’t the dick, but it was the best I could do at this angle. Besides, it didn’t really matter, he shouted, rearing back and it was the opening I needed. I forced myself up as quickly as I could, hacking and slashing anything that I could reach.
The sleeve of his hoodie was sliced with a loud rip and splatter of blood as I screamed.
I wouldn’t stop fighting. I wouldn’t stop yelling until Cameo heard me and came to help.
My stupid alpha might be emotionally stunted, but he wasn’t entirely careless. There wasn’t a chance in hell that he would’ve left me alone, no matter how angry he was.
“Now you’ve pissed me off,” my assailant grumbled, grabbing my arm and twisting it hard, forcing me to drop the knife after I’d landed a blow to his chest that didn’t quite meet its mark.
Maybe it was the adrenaline, but this time, I could’ve sworn that I’d recognized his voice from somewhere.
With my weapon on the bed between us, the alpha’s blood dripping onto Marcus’ duvet, I was quickly running out of the small glimmer of hope the element of surprise gave me.
“Cameo!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, lunging for the knife.
“Stupid bitch, stop fucking screaming,” the alpha growled.
Victory shot through me as my fingers grazed the handle of the blade. “I’ll fucking kill you!”
“Yeah, about that… I don’t think so.”
Pain exploded from the side of my head, and then the room went dark.
For the life of me,I couldn’t understand what set Indi off.
One minute, it seemed like everything was going well, not totally back to normal—that was a bit hopeful, even for me. But… better.
Tolerable.
Then the next thing I knew, it was tense again.
Joon sat in the middle of us, fidgeting nonstop with the popcorn bag, the paper crinkling with every movement.
I wanted to be annoyed, in any other circumstance, I would’ve been. Noisy eaters in the movie theater were in my top five most hated types of people. But, through the bond, I could feel how nervous Joon was. It was clear to me he cared deeply about making it work and keeping the whole pack happy… which was kind of bullshit, but seemed like the kind of thing that an omega would strive for.
I placed my hand over his, trying to soothe him, at least a little bit. He jolted at the initial touch, obviously not expecting it, but relaxed quickly.
Even though they were upset, Indi was still on the other side, their hand on Joon’s thigh, rubbing up and down absently. They could act jealous and irritated with both of us if they wanted, but it was clear they weren’t going anywhere and were still invested in the relationship. Indi was just being the stubborn alpha they tended to be, but I’d known them long enough to know they would come around.
I could understand why Joon wasn’t as convinced, though. Having a bond broken like that… maybe we should look into getting him some more therapy. And talk to him about telling the others.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I shut off all notifications during movies, except for a few I considered emergencies. Everyone’s number in the pack, a call from my restaurant, and the security system at our home.
So I pulled the device out of my pocket, the faint glow hitting my face.
ProtectionNet Notification: Movement at front door at 7:47 PM
ProtectionNet Notification: Front door opened at 7:52 PM
My brow furrowed. Cam and Eva were the only ones home, and they were supposed to stay put. Did Cameo go out to get the mail or something? It just felt a bit… off.
