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“Because that’s not how Henry operates,” Tyler said, frustration seeping into his words. “You were never just another omega to him, Carmen. And he’s not going to let you go without a fight.”

“Are you fucking serious?” asked Griffin, handing me a cup of hot chocolate. I wasn’t in the mood to relax anymore, so I set it down on the coffee table. “Don’t worry, babe, we’ll take care of him.”

As I processed this new information, anger and fear warred within me. But one thing was certain—I couldn't let Henry find me, not now. I needed to protect my unborn child at all costs.

“Collecting omegas like trophies—that’s what Henry does,” Tyler explained, his voice filled with disgust. “I’ve seen it before. I had to stay away for your own protection, Carmen. I couldn’t just hand you over to him.”

“Oh really?” I asked, confused. “But what if we had stayed together? And I’m only asking hypothetically. Wouldn’t he respect our relationship?”

“Respect?” Tyler laughed bitterly. “Henry doesn’t respect the other alphas at all. He would’ve taken you in a heartbeat. That’s why I asked Logan to take care of you, to keep you safe from him.”

I suddenly felt the baby kick inside me. I looked down, one hand instinctively resting on my swollen belly.

“Leaving after raking my virginity was the worst thing you could do to me,” I said, suddenly becoming emotional despite trying to hold it in. “You should never have done that if you weren’t serious about me.”

Before he could respond, a sudden alarm blared through the house. There was an intruder in the house.

“Fuck,”said Logan, rushing to secure the front door.

The rest of us were frozen for a few moments, my heart pounding. Tyler's eyes went wide with alarm, and without hesitation, he rushed over to me.

He scooped me up into his arms.

“What are you doing?!” I yelled, punching his chest. “Was this your plan all along?”

But Tyler didn’t answer as he rushed us to the back of the house and into the night air. He ran across the backyard and past the pool.

Oh my God, he was going to jump over the fence.

I shut my eyes tight while holding onto his arms. Tyler jumped over the backyard fence with me still in his arms, landing nimbly on his feet.

“It’s Henry,” he rumbled over the sound of my heart hammering in my ears. “We need to get out of here!”

But we were instantly surrounded.

Alphas clad in black—their faces hidden behind masks—encircled us like hungry wolves ready to pounce on their prey. Terror clawed at my chest as Tyler gently lowered me onto the ground, positioning himself between me and the enemy.

“Stay behind me, Carmen,” he growled, his voice low and protective. I clutched my swollen belly, feeling the baby squirm inside me as if it, too, sensed the danger we were in.

“Leave,” Tyler snarled at the approaching alphas. His fists clenched, ready for a fight. They didn’t respond, but their threatening stances spoke volumes.

“Please, Tyler... be careful,” I whispered, my voice trembling with fear for both him and the unborn child. He glanced back at me, determination etched into his eyes.

“I won’t let them take you,” he promised before lunging at the nearest attacker.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed through the air as Tyler fought fiercely against Henry's cronies. Each one fell under his powerful blows, but there were just too many of them.

Eventually, they managed to overwhelm him, dragging him down onto the bloodied sidewalk. Panic surged through me as I watched them hold him, his face battered and bruised.

“Tyler!” I screamed, tears streaming down my cheeks.

The commotion behind me drew my gaze, and I saw Logan and the other members of Tyler’s pack engaged in battle against more of Henry’s men.

Suddenly, police sirens wailed in the distance. One of our human neighbors must have called. The clash of bodies and growls of pain filled my ears. My heart pounded wildly, and I knew I had to do something.

As I turned, two of the men grabbed me, hauling me toward a black van parked nearby.

“No! Let me go!" I shrieked, struggling against their iron grip. Desperation clawed at me, and I feared for both my life and the life of my child. “Help!”

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