Page 92 of The Feral Alpha

“Buy him back.”

Olson wasn’t sure why he did what he did. He twisted around and clawed at the robber’s eyes; the knife came down.

Instead of feeling it slice through his body in an explosion of pain, Olson felt nothing.

George cursed.

When Olson looked up, he saw blood.

George’s blood.

“Let him go,” George snarled.

He tore Olson out of the alpha’s grip. But the alpha descended on George, that knife stabbing into him several times, over and over in a horrifying dance.

“Olson, run,” George roared as he grabbed the man’s wrist, trying to point the knife away except the man was too strong for him.

“No, no!” Olson screamed, stepping closer to yank the man’s arm away. “You’re going to kill him!”

George pushed Olson back. “Run!”

The man stabbed George again. His heart pounding, Olson ran to the mouth of the alley, screaming for help. Some of the passers-by gathered and followed him into the alley, but by the time they reached George, the man was nowhere to be found.

George was on the ground, bloody, and Olson couldn’t breathe.

“S-someone call an ambulance,” Olson begged, falling to his knees next to his alpha. “George. George!”

George’s breathing was shallow, blood soaking through his clothes. A sick feeling grew in Olson’s stomach.

“The ambulance is coming,” Olson said, covering George’s wounds with his hands, trying to stop the bleeding. “You have to stay with me.”

“Ol—son,” George gasped, pained. His eyes were clouding over.

“You can’t—You can’t leave me.” Olson choked on his words. The horror of the situation was only just starting to sink in.

George was too grievously hurt.

They might not both walk out of this together. “George!”

“‘M sorry.” George coughed weakly, his breathing wet. “S’rry I... can’t... can’t marry you... Wanted... wanted to...”

“Don’t say that. Please. You’re coming home with me.” Olson’s vision turned blurry. He pressed harder on George’s wounds, trying to stop the blood from leaving him. But there was so much of it.

“Ol... son...” George’s mouth moved. Olson had to lean in to hear him. “Love... you...”

“No, no, no. Please. Please hang in there. George. Please.” Olson’s heart felt like it was fracturing into a million little pieces.

“You... made... me... so... happy...” George looked pained. “S’rry...”

His breathing slowed. The sirens wailed.

By the time the ambulance arrived, George’s heart had already stopped.

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CHANGING FATE

The bullet hit one of Rex’s captors in the chest.

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