Page 56 of Pack Fever

“You got it, sir,” he answers, and suddenly, we’re zipping down the lane.

Angrily, I type back a response. “Get her away from him. I’m coming now.” Stuffing the phone into my pocket, I grip the door handle, knuckles white, my heavy breath steaming up the window.

“Fuck, fuck!” All I can picture is her struggling against the bastard I’m about to murder, each passing moment strangling me. We never should have left her alone, but she insisted she was fine.

My gut aches as I stare at the city we’re entering, the traffic. I want to rip all these fuckers out of the way. After what feels like a torturous eternity, we’re pulling up at the rear entrance of our place to avoid the crowding fans at the front. Before the car comes to a complete stop, I leap out and dart to the door. Using my pass, I slap it on the security panel and punch in the numbers. The door unlocks with a click.

I rip it open and drag it shut behind me. Roaring through the building, I make my way to the front foyer for the main elevator that will take me to the rooftop.

Someone’s calling my name from across the entrance area, and by the female giggles, I can only assume they’re fans. I glance at the building manager at the reception desk and nudge my chin toward the fans.

“Take care of it,” I growl, then I step into the opening elevator.

Alone, I slam the close button. It’s agonizing how slow this is taking. I better not be too fucking late to save her, or I’ll go psycho on everyone.

In moments, I burst out into a corridor and charge to the door that leads me straight onto the rooftop.

My feet pound the floor, anger blazing inside me as I scan the large standing crowd for Danica. Most are males in business suits. We rent out the space for extra cash, which we divide among all workers, which means they get a big fat salary every month. They keep this place in order, running without much input from us. It helps keep our privacy while the right wing of the building is shut off as our residence.

But now, seeing all these penguin assholes, it’s killing me to know why Danica stayed out here.

The rooftop’s crowded, the business function in full swing, music thundering so loud, I can’t hear myself think. No sight of my Omega. I weave through the cluster, my gaze searching frantically.

A few people grab my shirt, calling my name. I hear the word Fever on their lips, but right now, I’m so brutally furious I’m not a band member. I’m a man so desperate, he’s going to murder someone.

Finally, I spot her blonde hair in a far corner of the rooftop where we have storage sheds, away from the crowd where light barely breaches the shadows. A fucker has her cornered, and all I see is them from a side view. She’s shoving her hands into his chest, but the bastard snatches her by the hair and drags her into one of our rooms.

Fire thunders through me as an explosion of protectiveness slams into me. Fists clenched, jawline grinding, I run full-bolt across the rooftop, away from the party.

Savage wilderness comes over me, raw and fierce.

I reach them just as the asshole’s about to shut the door. My hand shoots out, grabbing the edge of the handle, and I rip it out of his grasp. The door slams back against the wall, and he’s whipping around, eyes blazing with shock, with fury.

Good, bring it on!

I’m heaving for breath, my gaze swinging to Danica behind him, wide-eyed, face white, halfway through grabbing a hammer she found in the storage room.

Oh, she’s my kind of girl, fighting and not being a pushover.

“Leave this to me, little mouse,” I tell her, wanting nothing more than to collect her into my arms.

“Hey, back off,” the dick barks with putrid, drunk breath. “I got her first, so wait your turn.” He stands as tall as me but is wafer-thin, and I’m going to break him in two.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” I holler.

He goes to shove a hand into my chest to throw me out, but my instinct, my protectiveness, takes over. I seize his wrist in a vice-like grip. With a swift motion, I harshly twist it backward. The sharp, unmistakable sound of breaking bone cuts through the air, followed by his explosive cries.

There’s a part of me that understands that low-life scum like him only knows the language of force to make him stop. When it comes to some Alphas, and even desperate Betas, when they see a pretty girl, someone they can overpower, something snaps in their minds. They think of only their dicks and that she’s their means to that release.

Danica gasps, standing there in shock as the man stumbles into the room backward, gripping his hand and howling. I throw my leg out, my heel connecting with his groin, shoving him all the way into the storage room. He flies into one of the shelves before tumbling to his knees, whimpering.

My attention pivots to my beautiful Danica. I grab her arm and drag her to me, her body so soft, it melts against me. Those beautiful breasts call to me. She stares up at me like a frightened doe.

“God, I don’t know what happened. One second, I decided to head back downstairs, then his asshole snatched me.”

“Hush,” I say, placing my finger on her mouth. “Now, hand me that hammer in your hand, and go wait for me outside. Don’t go anywhere else, understand?”

She stares at me stunned, then glances at the crying man, and there’s no pause in her handing me the hammer. There are no questions, even if her jawline clenches tight. As requested, she slips outside.

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