Page 92 of His Gentle Omega
“I…I…I…” his words hitched with tiny gasps as he tried to catch his breath. “I’m inside…Bennett’s house. He told…me to come inside…and lock the door. I’m… in the bathroom.”
“Does the door lock?” I couldn’t remember if it did or not.
“Y…yes,” Lucas hitched, “I…locked…it.”
“Good boy.” Taking a corner faster than I should, I wondered where all the cops were in this town when you needed one. Not that I would stop if one tried to pull me over, but they could follow me all the way home.
“Lucas, I need you to hang up and call 9-1-1.” My foot pressed harder on the gas, watching the speedometer needle inch past seventy-five towards eighty.
“No, Daddy! I can’t! I’m…too scared!” he pleaded, “I…need…you to come.”
Banging a fist against the steering wheel, I slammed on the brakes for a red light. It had been red too long for me to try to make it through it, cross traffic already moving into the intersection. I would be of no help to them if I caused an accident.
My son was terrified, and as much as I wanted to hang up with him so one of us could call the police, I couldn’t do it. He was a frightened little boy, and I wouldn’t make him break our connection, not even to call for help. Lucas was safe for now, and I had to pray to the Goddess that she would keep Bennett safe, too.
Bennett was a wolf and so was Edward. If Bennett shifted, he would have a better chance against Edward, even though his wolf was much smaller. Edward’s wolf could be just as vicious as he was, though.
“I’m coming, Lucas,” I told him, stomping on the gas as soon as the light was green, “I’m just a block away.”
“Don’t…hang…up! I’m scared…Daddy.”
“I know you are, but you’re being so brave and smart, going into the bathroom and locking the door.”
“Don’t…hang…up,” Lucas pleaded a second time, “please…Daddy!”
“I won’t, baby,” I promised, not even caring that I had called him baby when he told me over and over that he was a big boy now. “I’m here. Stay in the bathroom until I come for you.”
“O…kay,” he stuttered.
Screeching around the corner, I turned into Bennett’s driveway and slammed Trixie into park. Leaving her running, I raced up the walk and found the front door to Bennett’s house locked.
Dammit! The key he had given me was still on my ring stuck in the ignition of the truck. Throwing my shoulder against the seam of the door I tried to break it, feeling the wood give but not break. Shooting vibrations of pain screamed from my shoulder all the way down my arm.
“Shay!” Asher yelled, running up behind me, “What’s happening?”
“Edward!” It was the only word I could get past my lips, too intent on getting inside the house to bother explaining to my brother what was happening.
“Gabe!” Asher yelled towards his house, “Call Becks!”
Asher shouldered me out of the way when I hit the door again, hearing the wood creak ominously. “I have a key.”
He had barely gotten the door open when I ran inside, the front door banging so hard against the wall it might have left a hole.
“Lucas!” I yelled, so he would know Iwas in the house.
A scream ripped through the air–Bennett’s scream–and I hesitated, not knowing who I should go to first. My son or my mate.
Asher clapped me on the back, shoving me towards Bennett’s dining room. “I’ll get Lucas. Go!”
Shoving my phone at Asher’s face I called, “Tell him it’s you so he opens the door.”
My fingers fumbled with the small lock of the slider doors, my eyes glued to the scene I could see through the glass.
Edward, in wolf form, lunged at Bennett. Bennett screamed and tried to defend himself, throwing his arms out in front of him. Edward’s sharp claws tore into Bennett’s arm, and Bennett fell to the grass on his butt. Blood spread quickly over his arm, saturating his sleeve, turning the grass around him red.
Rage consumed me, a roar emerging from deep inside my chest.
Sliding the thick glass door open with enough force it banged loudly against the frame, I jumped over the steps. I felt my shift hit mid-air.
