Page 80 of One Flew Over the Omega's Nest: Part One
Don’t show weakness.
His lips turn from a sneer to a snarl, and my hands are up, guarding my face as he tries to land another hit. His other fist goes for my side, and I shift my elbow to block that hit as well. His fist glances off my elbow, but the pain I feel is nothing compared to what it would be if he landed a solid hit.
He growls, like he’s mad I won’t just roll over and submit to him, and I simply flash him my bloody smile again before jabbing my left hand in a fake out, letting him raise his hand to his face before I switch, using my right hand to strike him right in the ribs.
He grunts in pain, but doesn’t slow. He swings at me again, but when I’m blocking him, he lunges, tackling me to the ground. I hit the mat with an “oof”, but luckily, I’ve been tackled by Declan and his pack enough times that muscle memory kicks in and I make sure to place my forearm across his neck, and my elbow in the space between his arm and body.
The crowd is so loud, I can barely think, and I swear I can hear Hayden and Kole calling my name.
Don’t get distracted.
“You’re not gonna win this,omega.” The alpha spits my designation like it’s a derogatory term. He’s moving to straddle me, but I can’t let him get that far. If he traps me under him, I have little hope of getting out. So I slip my forearm from in front of his neck and hook it under his armpit to reach around his back, while at the same time using the space to flip my body around. Before he can blink, I’msliding backwards through the opening under his arm, climbing on his back, and wrapping my arms around his neck in a chokehold. My legs tighten around his waist as hands grapple at my arms, but he can’t get a good grip.
He gives up on that method quickly, though. The next second he’s throwing himself onto his back, trying to crush me between his body and the ground, and all the air leaves my lungs at the impact.
I don’t loosen my grip though.
In fact, I tighten both my arms and my legs, determined to outlast him.
My heart is pounding in my ears as I screw my eyes shut tight, and it’s hard to breathe with his weight on top of me.
Don’t back down.
The noise of the crowd fades into the back of my mind as my arms and legs go numb, and all I can think about is surviving.
Don’t move, don’t fucking stop.
It’s only when a hand wrenches at my arm and my eyes fly open that I realize the alpha has stopped fighting me. His eyes are closed, his arms lay at his sides, and I quickly release his neck, wincing as the alpha starts breathing shallowly. I look up at Sam, who has concern written all over his features. Banesworth and two of his little friends are just outside the ring, looking mad that he beat them to their fun.
I can only imagine what Banesworth would have done to me if he had gotten here first.
Hayden and Kole are behind the other orderlies, relief written on their faces as I stand, yanking my arm out of Sam’s grip. I want nothing more than to sink into the comfort of his embrace, just like I did a mere week ago.
But I can’t.
Firstly, because all eyes are on us, and secondly, because I’m still pissed as fuck at him.
Banesworth gives me a meaningful look before turning and shouting to the crowds, signaling the end of the fights.
The crowds start to disperse, and the doctors are packing up their notebooks when Sam grabs my arm again. I’m too tired to put him on his ass, so I just glare at him. “What?”
“Are you okay?” His voice is low enough that only I can hear, but I rip my arm out of his grip again.
“Fuck off, Sam.” I’m tired, and all I want to do is go to bed, but unfortunately for Banesworth, and now myself, I have a date with murder.
I leave him behind, getting out of the ring and smiling with thanks as Kole shoves an open bottle of water in my hands. Shit, I don’t even realize how thirsty I am until I’m tipping the water back, letting the cool liquid calm the fire in my parched throat.
As soon as I lower the bottle, Hayden’s mouth is on mine, his worry and concern hitting me like a sledge hammer through the bond. One hand grasps my face while the other cups the bottom of my breast. I’m a bit surprised at the movement before I realize he’s slipping the syringe into my sports bra, so it sits between my boobs.
When it’s in place, the hand on my breast moves to my face, and my hands grasp his wrists as he kisses me. Our lips move together almost frantically, like he’s mentally telling me to never do that again. When he pulls back, our chests heave, and he lets out a breathless sigh. “Fuck, Fireball. I’ve had a fear boner for like ten minutes.”
“I’m fine, Darlin’.” I boop his nose with my finger as I step back, and he gives me a grin before Kole is spinning me in his arms.
“I am going to kill that man for hitting you,” he says solemnly.
“Dammit, Kole.” Sam runs a hand over his jaw. “You can’t just say shit like that out loud.”
“You can’t kill him, Sugar Bear,” I tut, feeling a bit more like myself after a bottle of water and a kiss that could have made the Sahara Desert wet. “It was a fair fight.”
