Page 25 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
Shhh.
Quietly.
Don’t want to spook the little thing.
“We need to get her the hell out of here,” Hardy mutters.
I glare at him and he shuts his mouth.
I creep towards her. Along the corridor. Eyes locked on her, every molecule in my body alert. Tuned in to her.
She hasn’t seen us yet.
She’s leaning against the wall, clutching her stomach with both hands, and moaning like she needs to be fucked real hard.
There are also splatters of blood covering the front of the hospital gown she’s wearing.
I don’t like that.
I swallow down hard on a growl and creep forward.
Her eyes are glazed but when I whisper her name, they flick up to mine. She opens her mouth to scream.
Oh yeah, mask.
I tug it off, shaking out my hair.
Her scent gets a lot more powerful.
My knees buckle. Like they know I should be down on the floor, head between her legs.
“You!” she mutters, frowning.
Not exactly the response I was expecting.
“Yeah, it’s me, little bird.”
“What are you doing here?” Her eyes swim around and I can tell she’s finding it hard to focus.
Looking pissed off, however, she seems to find a lot easier.
“We’ve come to rescue you.”
“I don’t need rescuing. I escaped. I’m rescuing myself.” My eyebrows leap up my forehead and I hide a smile behind my hand, pretending to rub at my chin.
That’s my little bird.
Still fighting.
I can hear the other two right behind me, both itching to lay their hands on the omega.
They can wait.
“You’re rescuing yourself?”
“Yes, thank you very much.” She flinches, grimacing as her hands grow tense against her stomach. “I didn’t have a set of keys but I improvised and–”
“A set of keys?” I repeat, fucking confused, watching her pretty mouth move as the words fly over my head.
