Page 29 of Rescued By Four Alphas
She looks up at me, her eyes suspiciously bright. "When did you get so good with words?"
"I've always been good with words," I tease. "You just never listen."
She laughs, swatting my chest playfully. "Jerk."
I capture her hand, bringing it to my lips. "We'll figure this out together. All of us. I promise."
She opens her mouth to respond, but a loud crash from somewhere in the house cuts her off. We both freeze, instantly alert.
"What was that?" she whispers, sitting up and clutching the sheet to her chest.
I'm already moving, grabbing my jeans from the floor and pulling them on hastily. "Stay here," I order, reaching for the gun I keep in the bedside drawer.
"Like hell," she argues, already wrapping the sheet around herself like a makeshift toga. "I'm coming with you."
There's no time to argue. I check that the safety is off on my weapon and move toward the door, positioning myself in front of Dahlia protectively.
We make our way down the hallway, hearing raised voices from the living room. I recognize Evan's angry tone and Onyx's deeper rumble.
When we reach the living room, glass crunches under my bare feet. The large picture window that overlooks the front garden is shattered, and its shards are scattered across the hardwood floor. A brick sits in the middle of the mess; a piece of paper is attached to it with a rubber band.
Evan kneels beside the brick, reading whatever is written on the paper.
"What happened?" I demand, keeping Dahlia behind me.
Evan looks up, his face hard with fury. "Someone threw this through our window."
"What does it say?" Dahlia asks, stepping around me despite my attempt to keep her back.
Evan hesitates, glancing at me as if seeking permission. I nod slightly.
"'Freaks don't deserve to breed.'"
Chapter 8 - Onyx
"Where the fuck are our security guards?!" I snarl, my hands clenched into fists. "We pay them a fortune to protect this house!"
The glass crunches under my boots as I pace the living room. My wolf prowls just beneath my skin, demanding action, demanding blood.
"Leo, take Dahlia to the safe room," I say.
"I'm not going anywhere," Dahlia protests, clutching her sheet tighter. "This is my home too."
"Just do what I fucking tell you!" The words explode out of me before I can stop them.
Dahlia flinches back like I slapped her. The hurt in her eyes makes my chest tighten with immediate regret.
"Shit," I run a hand through my hair. "Dahlia, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. Please. Just let Leo and Axl take you somewhere safe while we figure this out."
She nods reluctantly. "Okay."
Leo wraps his arm around her waist. "Come on, beautiful. Let's get you somewhere secure."
The front door bursts open, and Matthews rushes in with three other security guards. Their faces are flushed, and their weapons drawn.
"Sir, we heard glass breaking," Matthews pants. "What's your status?"
"Where were you when someone was throwing bricks at the house?" I demand, stepping closer to him.
