Page 23 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
They back up immediately, hands waving above their heads, their faces gray with shock.
Connor positions himself in front of the four of them, the barrel of his gun directed at them all while Axel and I turn into the room.
There’s a man laid out on the ground in a pool of blood; he’s groaning, and another medic is bent over him administering first aid.
The medic freezes when we enter, rocking back on his heels, and I get a look at the man laid down on the floor. One of his eyes is all bloody, but nonetheless I recognize him.
The male doctor from the clinic.
Axel crouches down beside him, his face a thunderstorm of rage.
“Where’s the omega?” he hisses.
The doctor moans some more. His good eye rests on Axel’s face and then mine.
“Where is she?” Axel repeats. “Tell me now, if you want to keep your other eye.”
The doctor whimpers. His lips quiver. He swallows, his tongue moving behind his teeth. It takes him three attempts to answer Axel.
“Gone.”
Axel growls and I realize I am too.
Gone.
She was here, I don’t need to be Hardy to know that. Her scent is rich in the air. Sweet and intense and so fucking delicious.
I have to shake my head just to stay the fuck focused.
“Where?” Axel says, leaning right over the fucker’s face.
“D-d-d-don’t know.”
“What happened to your face?” I ask, the disgust clear in my voice.
He doesn’t want to answer that despite our threats. I’m tempted to send a bullet into his knee caps just to make him talk.
“Someone take her?” I ask.
He shakes his head, grimacing with pain.
“We need to get him to a hospital,” the medic kneeling beside him says. It isn’t the female doctor from the omega clinic. It isn’t Dr. Hannah. I peer out at the other medics lined against the wall. She’s not there either.
“He needs to be taken to a fucking police cell,” Axel snarls.
The medic cowers, shuffling back on his haunches.
I pull out my radio.
“Angel?” I bark into the mouthpiece. The line crackles, then I hear his heavy breaths. “Any luck?”
“Not yet. You?”
“We have the place where they were keeping her.” I swing my gaze around the bleak-looking room. There’s a bed with open restraints – which makes me want to start firing shots into knees – but nothing else. No equipment as far as I can see.
“Should we call the cops?” Connor asks, patrolling the line of medics.
“Not until we have the omega,” Axel tells him.
