Page 130 of Curvy Quirky Omega

I was no longer a bomb but a missile that could hone in on even the smallest target.

“Take care of the rest,” I told Grimm. “I need to get my omega before she kills everyone trying to get back to me.”

The other alpha chuckled and tossed me his keys. “My motorcycle is parked out front. Bring it back in one piece.”

“Thank you.”

“I’m not doing it for free.”

I grinned and stepped over the bodies, leaving the rest to Grimm and the other legacy packs. They were more than capable of handling the mess here while we dealt with the person who dared to lay a finger on my omega.

“She’s no longer on the move,” Cas informed me. “We have to hurry.”

“We’ll get there in time.” I jogged down the steps and headed straight for the motorcycle parked on the sidewalk.

Sirens wailed but none of it mattered. I didn’t bother with the helmet either. As soon as I swung my leg over the bike I tossed the helmet to Cas and then turned on the ignition. The engine’s roar was enough to tell me we’d be there in five minutes or less.

She wasn’t far.

Cas climbed on behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I’ve never had someone ride as a passenger on the back of my bike before but it was easier than I expected, even with someone as large as him.

We flew through the city and I pulled up to the Buttercuppa Coffee under renovations just a few blocks from Valor Enterprises, feeling uneasy about the location.

“She’s in there,” Cas told me. “But I don’t hear or feel anything.”

I shut the bike off and didn’t hesitate. It didn’t matter to me if there was one person in there or twenty. I wasn’t going to let my omega think she was alone. Never again.

We would always come for her.

Holding my ribs with one hand, I went to kick the doors in but Cas pushed me aside. It only took one hand for him to rip the chain off the doors and then his foot slammed into the rotten wood, making the whole thing explode.

I walked in to see blood everywhere and bodies scattered across the floor, but the only thing I cared about was the woman on top of Helen with her teeth bared, ready to rip her throat open with her bare hands.

Nothing in the world was more beautiful than my omega.

Making my way over to her, I stood and watched, staring down at the woman who killed my brother. He had indirectly caused her the worst kind of suffering, but that wasn’t my problem.

Lucy was.

“You should pin her to the floor the way she did Gideon,” I suggested.

Lucy turned that impressive snarl on me, her pupils so dilated that the purple was almost completely erased. “I only have one knife.”

I offered her mine, curious what she would do with it.

Lucy’s gaze dropped to the knife and I could see the moment she recognized it. This was my favorite knife. The same one I’d offered to her before. It was the one I gave her to see if she could actually kill Cas and now I was offering it to her once again.

Her pupils shrunk ever so slightly and I could see some of her sanity return.

My omega had finally ripped off all her masks and underneath it all was a vicious, feral little beast who wouldn’t hesitate to kill if that’s what it took to survive. The two dead alphas next to Melinda were proof of that.

“If you kill her, she can’t tell you how she got in and out of the building undetected,” Cas reminded her, his shoulder brushing against mine as he came up to stand next to me. Not behind.

Lucy’s snarl slowly died as she considered that, but she took the knife from me anyway. I watched her study the blade and then she moved before I could do more than blink, slamming it through Helen’s wrist to pin her to the floor.

“Now we’re even.” Lucy stood and stared down at Helen with so much hatred, I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened between them. “I’m only letting you live so you can tell me how you did it.”

Helen’s broken laugh made me grin. My omega had made such a mess of her I didn’t even feel compelled to tear her throat out myself.

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