Page 54 of Dance Omega Dance

Fingers latched around my ankles and yanked, dragging me away from the wall. I kicked out on instinct, heels flailing. But they just laughed, amused at my feeble attempts at resistance. One of them snatched my leg mid-kick, twisting hard. The world tilted. My stomach slammed into concrete as they flipped me. My arms were yanked back so violently that my shoulder almost dislocated. Pain flared, but under it, fury simmered.

“She squirms like a worm,” someone sneered.

“I bet she’ll squirm even better on my knot,” another laughed, voice thick with filth.

A roar built in my throat. Not a scream, but something primal. My teeth clenched until they ached, bile scorching up from my gut. I was done being afraid. Done being helpless.

I fought harder, ignoring the pain splitting my ribs, ignoring the blood leaking from my eye. Let them break their fingers on me. Let them bleed.

"Shut her up," a voice barked. "Before I rip her tongue out."

A hand crushed over my mouth, nails raking my cheeks. Hot, rancid breath oozed against my skin as someone leaned in, teeth grazing my ear.

“You’re gonna swallow every inch like a good little Omega whore,” he growled.

My skin crawled. My blouse tore at the seams. Nails raked over me. Hands groped, pulling at my pants.

No. No. no. no.

Something cracked inside me. A memory. Zach’s voice, firm and steady, cut through the chaos.Fight, Summer.

I slammed my heel up, connecting with flesh and bone. A howl. His grip loosened. I kicked again and his nose shattered beneath my boot.

Blood sprayed across the floor.

Snarling, I surged to my feet. A hand lunged, I sidestepped, my teeth bared. The beta charged from the side. I used his momentum against him. Planting my foot in his stomach and shoving hard.

He screamed as he landed on a steel pole, punching a hole through his torso. His body convulsed.

The sound would haunt me, but right now, I couldn’t care. I had seconds to move. Choking gurgles frothed from his gaping mouth as he slid further down, his weight driving him deeper onto the metal. The sickening squelch of tearing flesh churned my stomach.

Then he went limp, dead eyes staring at nothing. Skewered like a piece of meat.

Pain lanced through my spine as I was tackled from behind. My face smashed into the concrete with an audible crunch. Itasted blood and grit, then saw something gleam in the half-light. A knife.

White-hot agony tore through my shoulder. I screamed as the blade sliced into it, parting skin, and muscle. A hand clamped over my mouth, smothering the sound. I bit down hard. He shrieked, yanking back, leaving his finger behind.

I spat out blood and flesh, gagging. Still thrashing, still fighting.

Blood-slick fingers scrabbled at my waist, trying to tear my pants off. The icy sting of a knife tip traced my bare stomach. I bucked wildly, not caring as the blade cut into me. Anything was better than what they had planned.

A ragged cry tore from my lips as another alpha grabbed a fistful of my hair, wrenching my head up. My scalp screamed as strands ripped free. He shoved two fingers into my open mouth, hooking them behind my bottom teeth. I gagged on the foul taste of his skin. With a brutal wrench, he forced my jaw open wider until I felt the joints pop. Until drool leaked down my chin.

"Such a pretty mouth," he sneered. "Gonna look even prettier stretched around my cock." His words were cut off as I bit down hard, tasting blood again, this time his. He screamed, cursing, as he pulled back.They should have learnt the first time!

I gasped for breath, the air rasping painfully against my raw throat. The room spun around me, but through the fog of pain and fear, a searing clarity emerged. I had one chance to escape, one fleeting moment to leverage their shock into an opportunity.

Summoning every shred of strength left in my battered body, I made a break for it, tearing through the ring of alphas. My feet slipped on the slick floor, but desperation lent me speed. Behind me, I heard the furious roars as they recovered and gave chase.

I spotted a small side door at the far end of the warehouse. My heart surged with a cocktail of hope and terror as I ran asfast as I could. My lungs burned with each breath, my injuries screaming in protest, but fear propelled me forward.

As I slammed into the door, hands clawed at my back. With a violent yank backward, I was flung against the wall. The impact rattled my teeth, and stars exploded across my vision.

"Going somewhere?" a menacing voice sneered into my ear as another alpha pinned me against the wall.

But the fight wasn't out of me yet. With a snarl that surprised even me, I slammed my head back into his face. The crunch of his nose breaking was satisfyingly loud.

As he stumbled back, clutching his face, I wrenched the door open and stumbled into the night.

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