Page 139 of The Heat of Us

It was a fucking setup.

I just knew it.

I could feel it in my bones. That hair rising on the back of the neck feeling multiplied a thousandfold, my alpha rushing, biting, tearing for a fight.

Wrong, everything was wrong. I knew the second I saw Hazel’s location veering west. Away from me.

I didn’t know how fast Ben and Aleks could get away from the hospital.

All I could do was speed towards that little dot on the map, pulsing with the smiling face of the love of my life. Praying she would be safe when I got there.

I answered the phone immediately when Aleks called.

“Ben wants an update,” he said abruptly.

“Just crossed the river,” I replied, weaving dangerously between traffic. “I don’t know how they did it but they had to fucking know the protest would keep us from her.”

“We’ve left but we’re way behind you. The protest is over and the roads are back to normal, though.” A pause. “Ben drives like a maniac, by the way.”

“Do you want to get there or not?” I heard Ben yell in the background.

“Remind him that both of you are useless to Hazel if you’re dead from a head-on collision,” I told him morbidly.

“Tell him yourse—”

There was the muffled sound of the phone being grabbed.

“Remy.”

My back instinctively straightened.

God, it was weird having a prime. Some primordial part of my brain lit up. I was an assault weapon, ready to be unleashed for my pack.

“You can beat the alpha fuckhead who thinks he can take our girl.”

My hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. Motivation churned through my veins like gasoline.

“Remy!”

“Yeah, I got it,” I snapped. I could visualise my vengeance and bloody fists so vividly. “He’s fucking dead.”

“Good. We’ll see you there.”

Then he hung up.

It was amazing how little I cared for my own wellbeing as I threw myself out of the car. There was a silver sedan parked in the driveway.

I had a flash of it flying down a city intersection and Hazel standing in the middle of the road petrified.

This is the bastard who tried to run Hazel over.

My peripheral vision vanished entirely, my alpha focused only on obliterating every obstacle that stood between him and his omega.

The path to the front door was lined with large rocks. I picked one up, hefting it to get a feel of the weight in my hands before bringing it down hard on the glass window beside the door. Once. Twice. It shattered on the third. I tossed off my jacket, wrapping it around my arm and reaching through to unlock the door.

My heart pounded, liquid and viscous in my ears as I entered. Each step brought a greater sense of dread than the last. I could hear voices arguing nearby.

Dead. They’re all fucking dead.

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