Page 22 of Knot a Tie
Unfortunately, the alphas now know he’s trying to help me escape.
About seven of them swarm him, sending him down as they kick and punch him.
“Richard!” I scream, the scent of blood hitting my nose.
“Go!” he spits out. “Rayne!”
“No!”
My hesitation to leave him is my downfall. I’m grabbed by two alphas, one on each arm and held tightly as I struggle. Why didn’t I run? What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Hold her still!” Mick bellows, approaching me menacingly. “Let’s show this cunt, she can’t mess with us.”
My breath leaves me as my arms are yanked out further, hurting me, terrifying me with Mick looming over me, a dark expression etched into his features.
“No!” I scream, bucking wildly. “No!”
The next thing I see is like a vision out of a movie. Richard has gotten to his feet and is literally throwing alphas off him, his need to get to me amping up the prime alpha he has buried deep down. His loud, ferocious growl makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. He smashes Mick in the face, sending him sprawling over the yard before he reaches down and snatches me out of the grip of the two lesser alphas, pulling my shoulders practically out of joint and making me moan in agony. He flings me over his shoulder, my bag hitting him in the arse, when a commotion over by the back door stops his advance towards the house.
“Fuck!” he roars as a noise that sounds like a firework, goes off right near my ear.
Richard stumbles, going down to his knees, dropping me on the floor.
I scramble, ignoring the searing pain in my shoulders. “Richard!” I scream when I see the red blood welling up on the side of his shirt.
“Take her,” he mutters. “Take her and keep her safe for me, brother.”
“Richard!” I scream when another alpha man handles me, his blonde hair smelling strongly of product.
“James!” he bellows.
“Just go,” Richard says. “Get her out of here.”
“We aren’t leaving you, you utter prick,” Blondie says as another shot is fired, followed by a loud crunch and howl of epic agony that makes my own seem like a pinch.
We are surrounded by angry, bloody alphas; ten, twenty, more.
“Richard!” I scream, struggling as they flock over him, keeping him down, his loud grunts of pain slicing through me.
“Go!” he finds the energy to thunder. “Spencer, go! Please just keep her safe, please don’t let anything happen to her…”
“Fuck,” Spencer mutters and turns to head back to the house.
“No!” I shout out. “Don’t leave him!” I wiggle and squirm, but the alpha is strong and marches through the house with me, two other alphas joining him. All I can see are their shoes because I’m exhausted and slumped over Spencer like a sack of spuds, my bag hitting him in the back of the knees as he leaves through the front door.
“This is not a fight we can win,” Spencer mutters. “He asked us to take this one to safety.”
“Is it her?”
“Yeah.”
“Are they mated?” The croak in his voice intrigues me.
“He’s bitten her, but they aren’t mated, I don’t think.”
I stay quiet. I don’t know what to say. Richard trusts them, so I can trust them. Can’t I? I’m honestly too tired, mentally, physically, and emotionally to care right now. This has been a day from hell, so when Spencer gently lowers me into the backseat of a car and slides in next to me, I fall into an exhausted heap. I register the one who asked if we were mated saying, “I’m going back in. I’ll meet you at home.”
“James,” Spencer says as the other two alphas get in the front. “You will lose.”
