“Get the fuck off me; that’s my bond,” I scream.
“She’s mine too,” Nash barks.
“I don’t give a fuck. Until we know what’s going on, no one but us is getting near them.”
This can’t be happening. She’s not moving. I haven’t even had the chance to meet her. My heart feels like it’s being ripped to shreds.
“You’re not keeping us from our Kismet, I don’t care who the fuck you are,” Roman growls, his dominance pushing out to the men standing in our way.
“Let me make myself clear. You’re not getting near them.” Tav stands toe to toe with Roman, both men at a stalemate while ouromega lays in the arms of another man, and we don’t even know if she’s okay.
My eyes stay trained on her, begging for her to move. But she doesn’t. She’s motionless as the man kneeling on the floor checks over both of them, talking to the man holding her, but his words are too low to make out what he’s saying.
Nash moves closer to me. “It’s her. The girl in the window.”
My eyes dart to him. Can she be? I never saw her face, so I don’t know what she looks like. But it would explain his obsession with her.
“Can all of you fucking shut up for a damn minute, so I can find out what happened?” The man kneeling turns and growls at all of us.
“Torin, come on baby, get it together and tell me what happened.” His voice is louder now, all of us hanging on his every word, wanting to know the answers. I want to know she’s alive. That there’s a reason she’s so still.
“Talk to me, Torin. How did they get in?” The angry tone is no longer there; replaced with a sweet, caring voice.
“I saw the car come through the gate. It wasn’t the one we expected, but they had the code, so I assumed car trouble. Then there was the doorbell and pounding.” Torin’s eyes drift back down to River, gently stroking her face.
It should be me, my brothers, holding her, not him.
“It happened so quickly. I was hit in the face and fell backward, hitting the floor. Another hit came, and then it was black. When I came to, I was tied up in the closet. They didn’t tie the knot well, and I was able to get free.”
Torin goes on, telling us the whole painful story. What was happening in this very room when he opened the door? What they were doing to her. Nash takes hold of me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders, steadying not only me but himself.
But the pain doesn’t end with him killing the two fuckers who dared to hurt my omega, my pack’s omega.
“She started screaming, wishing that she were dead, and tore the place apart. I couldn’t calm her down. I had to do it.” His breath hitches causing the last word to come out in a gasp.
I can’t stand back anymore. I let go of Nash and step forward. “Get back, beta,” Tav says with his alpha bark.
“I should be with her. She’s my Kismet,” I yell back, fucking tired of alphas who think they know shit.
“Holden, calm down,” Roman orders.
“Calm down, just look at her.” I throw my arms in the direction of River, not understanding why he doesn’t want to be with her just as badly as I do.
“I know. But losing our tempers and fighting with the only people she knows right now isn’t going to help. At this point, until she confirms it for them, we are just another pack that’s a danger to her.” Roman’s words make sense, but it’s so fucking hard to keep my distance from her.
“Glad you’re seeing reason. At least one of you has brains enough to understand the situation,” Tav speaks, before turning back around. “Torin, baby, what did you have to do?” he asks, letting his alpha bark out.
“She was freaking out and I was afraid she’d hurt herself. That she’d…” He clears his throat. “I brought emergency shots with me, like last time. Enough so that she’d sleep through her heat.”
“Let me take her, Torin. We need to clean her up and make sure none of their scents stay on her. Then we need to check her for any injuries and get the doc here. Same as with you. We need to take care of you. That cut’s going to need stitches,” Callux tells him calmly.
“No, I’ve got her,” Torin snaps back, seeming to break out of the haze he was in. He repositions her in his arms, then slowly stands. “What are they doing here?” he asks, nodding toward us.
“Long story. We’ll fill you in later. Callux is going to go with you, and we’re going to have a chat with our new friends.”
Torin moves toward us, a sheet wrapped around our omega. She’s so pale my heart breaks. If the bastards weren’t dead, I’d kill them myself. I memorize her face, needing it to console me as I wait for the moment I can see her.
And I won’t be waiting long.
