Page 75 of Unhinged Omega

I take a step back from the window, trying to process everything happening at once. The Knight is steadily making his way toward the tower, crushing everything in his path. Nikolai's men are either fleeing or being tossed around like ragdolls.The pretty boy is recovering from whatever weird thing just happened to him.

And now there's a tank involved.

A hysterical laugh bubbles up from my chest.

Of all the ways I imagined dying—torn apart by the monster from my dreams, murdered by my father's enemies, poisoned by one of Monty's rivals, or finally deciding enough is enough and taking shit into my own hands—thishasto be the stupidest. Caught in the crossfire between my kidnapper, what appears to be his ex-lover, the demon that's been hunting me my whole life, and a fucking tank. With Azarel nowhere to be found.

I always knew my death would be dramatic.

But did it really have to be so tacky?

Chapter

Nineteen

GEO

Ilean out of the tank hatch, scanning the chaos unfolding before me. There's Raven, that golden-haired idiot, stumbling toward me like a newborn colt. His usual grace is gone, replaced by a clumsy gait that sets alarm bells ringing in my head.

Shit.

Something's wrong.

Did that fucking dick use his bark on Raven?

"Get your ass in the tank!" I bellow, my voice barely carrying over the din of screams and explosions.

Raven hesitates, his blue eyes wide. "You're here to help, right?" he calls back, a note of desperation in his voice that makes my chest tighten.

But not enough.

"I'm here to save your ass," I growl, already regretting every life choice that led me to this moment. Not that I regret coming to save Raven. I regret that this bullshit quest ever started in the first place.

But Raven shakes his head and cups his hands around his mouth, that familiar stubborn set to his jaw even though helooks like he's about to topple over. "No! I need you to help me save my omega!" he calls back to me.

Before I can respond, a sneering remark cuts through the air. "At least someone brought something useful."

The devil himself.

Just the sight of him makes my blood boil.

"Betty isn't foryou, asshole," I snarl, ducking back into the tank.

I need a new angle. A way to grab Raven before he gets himself killed chasing this omega fantasy of his. I hang out the side of the tank, arm outstretched, as I slam Betty's throttle forward with my other hand. The ground trembles beneath her treads as we barrel toward the madness.

But Raven, the slippery bastard, takes off running.

Toward the tower.

Toward certain fucking death.

"Goddammit!" I roar, pushing Betty to her limits as I give chase.

Some kind of gigantic eight-to-ten-foot-tall hulking giant of an alpha that looks like something out of a horror movie is making a beeline for the tower too. His massive frame moves with terrifying speed despite his size and stomping gait.

A metal fucking arm?

An iron mask with glowing blue eyes?

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