Page 102 of The Librarian and Her Alphas

Before I can react, he darts toward her.

“Let go!” Lena screams as he drags her dress by the fangs, placing her between us, forcing me to hold back to avoid hurting her.

Dirty fucker, I growl in frustration.

Every time I make a move, he dashes behind her again, keeping me at bay. It won’t be long, though, and soon enough, I’ll beat him at his own game.

Suddenly, Aleks lunges at me from the side, teeth bared, aiming for my flank. It forces me to twist hard, putting distance between Lena and me for just a second. That moment of movement breaks the deadlock, and it’s all Lena needs.

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Lena

The second Damontwists to avoid Aleks’s teeth, Raul’s attention slips. His jaws loosen from the fabric of my dress, and instinct takes over.

I drop my weight to the floor like a stone and roll away from both of them, my heart slamming in my chest.

Paige doesn’t hesitate—she grabs my hand and yanks me into a crouch, pulling me backward fast.

“Now, Annabelle!” she cries.

Annabelle darts forward, pushing the table to block Raul’s path, buying us precious seconds. I stumble as another contraction hits me, nearly toppling to the floor, but they catch me—one on each side—and we rush across the main hall.

Aleks roars behind us, realizing too late that I’m no longer his shield. The moment I’m clear, Damon charges forward like a bullet, smashing into Aleks with a snarl of pure anger.

Paige looks over at me, then at Annabelle. “Holy shit. Lena. Are those guys—your mates—wolves?”

I let out a strangled sound between a cry and a laugh. “Yes. Long story. Later.”

Annabelle’s face is pale. “They shifted. Oh my God, Paige—they’re real wolves. Is this even—what the fuck is even happening?”

“They’re protecting us,” I whisper. “Please. Don’t be scared. Just help me.”

Annabelle snaps out of it. “Right. Right. We’ve got you.”

“The contractions!” I gasp as pain tears through me again.

We’re in the storage room now, and I’m suddenly reminded of the time I was in heat, being knotted in this very same room to conceive my babies.

More pain lances through me, and I curl forward in agony, placing a hand over my belly.

My contractions are coming closer together, and I know there’s no way I’m going to be able to make it to the hospital—not with the current state of things.

Annabelle and Paige exchange worried glances. They must be terrified, but they’ve been holding it together so well.

“We should be okay here,” Annabelle says, her voice trembling.

My contractions are coming in quicker now, and I can’t stop the cries escaping my lips. Fear grips me, not just for myself and my babies but also for my pack.

The thought of losing my alphas is unbearable, and a sob wracks my body at the idea.

“Paige,” I choke out between contractions. My voice is raw and desperate, and I swallow back the wail, threatening to escape. “Paige, I need you to check on them. Are they okay? What’s happening?”

I can hear snarls and grunts, the sound of massive bodies colliding as they try to tear each other to shreds.

“They’re okay,” she says, peeking out the door. “The evil wolves are bleeding a lot. Your men have the upper hand.”

I nod weakly, gripping Annabelle’s hand tightly as another wave of pain crashes through me.

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