Page 161 of Pack Rivals: Part Two
I try to tell them. I try to tell them no, with my eyes, but all six of them drop their guns slowly into the water by their feet. The waves swallow them up and they sink below the surface.
I suppress a moan of distress.
Micko marches forward, dragging me along before him, stopping where the water meets the sand.
“Down on your knees,” he tells my alphas, pressing the gun harder against my skin, his forefinger poised on the trigger.
Six pairs of eyes don’t leave mine, as each one of my alphas fall to their knees, the water lapping around their thighs. Six pairs of eyes I’ve come to know intimately, come to depend on, come to love. Sea blue. Emerald Green. Golden. Mahogany brown and silver gray.
“What a fucking bonus,” Micko says, his packmates coming to stand either side of us. “I get the girl and I also get to take out the fucking nuisances that are Pack Boston and Pack York.” He laughs. “Fucking brilliant.”
“What do you want, Micko?” Axel growls. “Money? We have money. You can take it fucking all. Our properties? You can have those too. Just let her go.”
“No,” he says, “with you gone, I’ll take it all anyway. There won’t be anyone to stop me. And as for this one?” He strokes the gun along my forehead. “I was thinking of adding her to my pack.”
“No,” Dr. Hannah murmurs from behind us.
“Why not? Two omegas, twice the fun, hey boys?” He winks at them. “The question is, do I kill you now, or do I make you watch as I fuck her first? It would be fucking awesome, wouldn’t it?”
“Let’s just kill them, Micko,” the one with the tattoo on his face mutters in irritation.
“No,” I mutter, “please, don’t hurt them, I’ll do anything you want. Anything at all.”
Dr. Hannah stumbles forward twining her hands around her alpha’s neck. “But I’m your omega. I’m this pack’s omega.”
“’Course you are, Sugar,” the one with the scar says scowling at the head of his pack.
“She’s going to have to learn to share,” Micko tells him gruffly. “She’s had her own way for too long. She’s grown greedy.”
“I haven’t Micko. I’ve done everything you’ve ever asked of me and–”
He shoves her away, and she tumbles down onto the sand. The other two alphas immediately go to her aid, turning away from the ocean to help her to her feet.
My pack takes its chance. Before I know what’s happening, Silver crashes under the water, darting through the waves to grab Micko’s ankle.
He pulls his legs from under him and the man crashes down onto the sand, firing into the air as he does.
I dive towards the sand, away from him and a large familiar body lands on top of me, covering and shielding me completely.
“Get off me, Hardy. Get off me. We need to help them.”
But he refuses to budge and I’m left to watch helplessly through Hardy’s arms as the battle unfolds.
Sand flies into the air, feet thunder in front of our faces, more gunfire rockets. I flinch with each bang.
I watch as Micko clambers upwards, scrambling for his gun in the sand beside him.
I watch as Nate slides a kitchen knife from the back of his pants, grips the handle and slings his arm forward.
The knife spins in the air as Micko finds the handle of his gun, wrapping his fingers around it, and lifting it up towards the water. The knife twists again and again, the blade flashing red in the setting sun. Micko pulls the trigger just as the knife slams right between his eyes. He falls backwards.
“Angel!” Axel cries out. I turn my head in time to see him lunging for his little brother, pushing him out of the way as a bullet slams through the air. They both smack into the water, the liquid turning red around them.
A scream fills the air.
It takes me a moment to realize it’s mine, to realize it’s Dr. Hannah’s too.
She’s slumped over the dead body of her alpha, his eyes staring lifelessly up at the sky. Her hands scrabble over him in desperation as she screams and screams, her every movement frantic. Her other alphas try to comfort her, grappling at her, trying to pull her away but she’s hysterical.
