Page 125 of Curvy Quirky Omega

Then I lunged.

Helen tried to block me, but I wasn’t going for her.

My knife was small but it was sharp enough to cut all the way down to the bone with the smallest bit of pressure and I jabbed it into the side of one alpha’s neck, right in the jugular.

Blood sprayed when I yanked it out and I didn’t hesitate. I swung, slicing across the other’s throat before either of them could react. My pheromones worked on them, but I couldn’t be sure they were stronger than Helen’s so I had to remove the risk.

I darted around the cement post before either of them could grab me in their death throes and I tried to saw through the rope around my wrists so I could throw my knife?—

The light went out and I froze, unable to see a fucking thing. The sound of Helen’s laugh was everywhere and nowhere, making me shiver. Fine. I could saw through the rope even in the dark, but I had to move or she’d sneak up on me.

“You know, I used to think Gideon and I were meant to be,” Helen told me, the location of her voice shifting slightly. “We were star-crossed lovers…me the enemy spy and him nothing more than an alpha cursed with a legacy. Happiness could have been ours if he’d been brave enough – strong enough.”

The rope fell from my wrists and I crouched, feeling for Melinda. Her skirt brushed against my fingertips and I grabbed her, relieved to feel her body was still warm. Her pulse was a little erratic, but she’d be fine if we could make it out of here alive.

Sharp pain sliced across my shoulders blades before I could move and I gritted my teeth to keep from screaming.

I’ve been cut open by knives before, but nothing has ever felt quite like this. I didn’t know if it was because she cut me down to the bone or if there was some kind of poison or drug on the blade, but I didn’t have time to think about that right now.

I fell on top of Melinda, making sure not to crush her with my weight. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled to the side, hearing metal scrape against concrete right where I’d been. My back burned where she cut me and I could feel the dirt seeping into my flesh.

This wasn’t going to work. I had to make a choice.

I couldn’t keep protecting Melinda without giving Helen every opening she could want, but I didn’t want to leave her here to die either.

There had to be another way.

I’ve never been able to rely on my sight, but my hearing was better than most and my sense of smell was god tier. If I could use that to my advantage, I didn’t need to see. All I had to do was trust my nose.

But her pheromones were stinking up the room so badly I could barely even smell all the blood.

I held my breath, listening as hard as I could.

Someone was quietly breathing next to me, but the spearmint was strongest to my right. Then it eased just a little and it didn’t move any closer. She had to be walking away from me, but I couldn’t hear her footsteps at all.

A true hunter.

Could I do this? I’ve never been hunted by someone exactly like me before—wait. That wasn’t true. I’ve played games like this before with my father. He was always training me whenever my mother wasn’t home, putting me in crazy situations like this.

The only problem was, he told me to abandon everyone else.

We don’t have a pack, Daphne. We only have ourselves. It’s not our job to look out for anyone else.

I didn’t want anything to happen to Melinda’s baby, but I didn’t have the luxury of worrying about that if I wanted to live. My back was on fire and I couldn’t see. I had terrible night vision, but I was trained by a killer.

Just like Helen.

“If it hadn’t been for his honor, we could have been raising our child in paradise right now,” Helen mused.

She was circling me. I could tell by the sound of her voice but nothing else. She was avoiding the bodies of the alphas like she knew exactly where they were. Her night vision had to be amazing.

I couldn’t see anything, but I needed to get away from Melinda. Then when she spoke again…

Slowly and carefully, so as not to make a single unnecessary noise, I pushed up and back until I was crouched over Melinda’s legs without moving my feet. The hilt of the knife in my hand was hot and my back stung, but it didn’t seem like there was a drug or poison on the blade.

But she was armed and I was bleeding too much to let this drag out.

“I was 23 weeks along when he told me he couldn’t leave,” Helen murmured. “Gideon told me he’d confess everything to his wife and petition to have me adopted by the Valor pack. Isn’t that the stupidest thing you’ve ever heard? What omega in their right mind would allow that?”

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