Page 32 of Savage Trap

The fear in Elvi’s voice has me swinging around to find half the alphas closing in on us, while the others are shaking through a shift. I strike out at the nearest one, catching him between forms and loping off a furry ear. He howls and claws the one next to him, and they roll off the dais in an explosion of blood and fur. But the others are circling us, ready to hit us as a pack.

Angel, when I tell you, run for it. I’ll make a hole and do not fucking look back.

The cursing in my ear tells me the other guys are listening in through our bond, but I don’t have time to deal with them. Because Elvi is shaking her head at me, her tiger eyes full of sass, even though her lips are quivering with fear. I fight with you, Rory. I’m never leaving you.

Fuck, my heart.

I want to touch her. Hell, I want to pull her to me and wrap her in my skin. But we’re both claws out, and the fuckers are circling closer. Babe, this is an end of the road fight.

She forces a smile, her chin lifting like a goddamn salute. Then we’re going out together, Rory. Now stop talking and kill these motherfuckers, Alpha.

Fuck, Fuck, Fuck. I’m pretty sure that’s Cam, trying to burrow his way through a steel door to get to us. I can vaguely sense Kelly screaming at me, but it’s Link whose voice comes through, cold and deadly. Don’t you fucking let her die, Rory.

Not happening, bro.

I don’t know how I’m going to stop it, but they’ll have to tear me to shreds before I stop fighting. Which I do for a minute or an hour, falling into the red mist of my beast’s fury. He’s so far off the leash, I barely feel the claw to my hip or the teeth on my ankle. I’m too busy kicking them back, cracking skulls and clawing out their guts to notice a little thing like pain. Soon, the floor is slippery with gore, and the wolves are hesitating. I risk a glance behind me to find Elvi in a crouch, Nate at her side with the big hunting knife in his hand. Ballsy little beta.

I’d reach out and pat his head if I wasn’t drenched in blood. But my heart almost stops when I catch the gaze of the huge wolf from the next dais over. He’s finished chewing on the paw he ripped off and is headed our way, his black eyes fixed on me.

I’ve got incoming, I tell the guys, more from habit than anything. Not sure I can take him.

Cam is cursing again, but Link makes a disgusted sound. Then just picture what he’ll do to your angel when he’s put you down. You really want her to suffer like that, brother?

The roar that rips out of me shakes the ground, but the big wolf just shows me his fangs. For a second, I consider letting my beast all the way out and meeting him head on, but he’s not the only threat in the room.

And then the decision is taken from me, because smoke fills the air, and I only need to take one whiff to know it’s laced with wolfbane. It burns the fuck out of my nostrils, but more importantly, it drops every wolf to the floor. All except for the big black fucker, of course, but he just gives me a creepy-ass look and turns and trots away.

They’ve got wolfbane bombs, I tell the guys through the bond. Cam, where are you?

At the elevator. Fucked up a couple of security, but I’ll hold it until you’re ready.

Which gives our escape plan a boost, but there’s still the issue of getting past the assholes in human form. Some of them are choking on the smoke, but a couple are eyeing my angel like they think she’s up for grabs.

Which just means I’ll claw out their eyes first when I fuck them up.

But then the chick from the front door strides through the smoke, wearing a gas mask and toting a leather whip. It’s one of those lion tamer ones, but with steel barbs on the ends, and she gives it a warning flick as she surveys the scene. The wolves are still down, but the humans shuffle back, giving her room. When her eyes settle on me, she says through the mask, “I don’t remember adding you to the entertainment program.”

I’m still in my half-form, and since my fangs fuck up my speech, I settle for a growl. But Elvi can’t help herself, that cute little chin in the air as she glares at the other woman. “We just came to get our friend. Your trash members brought this on themselves.”

The alpha bitch cocks a brow. “Yeah, well, it looks like I’ll be revoking some memberships. You might not believe it, but my boss has a hard rule about disrespecting omegas in this club.” She snaps her whip, hitting the flank of one of the wolves on the ground. It howls, but she ignores it, her gaze traveling slowly around the dais, taking in the dead and dying. When she finally returns to me, she tilts her head and looks me over like I’m a show dog. “You looking for a job, pretty boy? Cos this isn’t a bad audition.”

That gets a growl from my angel, her claws springing back to their full length. “Eyes off, bitch,” she snarls in a voice dripping with venom. “He’s my pretty boy.”

My beast purrs at that, but the alpha just laughs. “Fuck, what my boss would do for a piece of you two.” She flicks her whip lazily, then jerks her head towards the door. “Come on. Lucky for you, he’s got business elsewhere.”

Elvi looks at me, uncertain, but it’s not like we have a lot of choice. Nodding, I keep my eyes on the crowd while she and Nate climb off the dais, picking their way through blood pools and body parts. I slosh after them, and as soon as we reach the door, the woman takes off her gas mask and tucks her whip under her arm. “I’m Billie, and right now, I’m your only way out of here. So put the fucking claws away and get in the elevator.”

I snarl but shift back, pulling Elvi tight to my chest as I step inside. Nate follows, but my angel refuses to give up so much as a claw, and Billie shakes her head as she hits the button for the first floor. When we’re moving, she leans back against the wall and rests one high-heeled black boot on top of the other. “I’ve heard how you clean up your messes in New York, so see this as a peace offering. You get out of here without paying a dime, but make sure you don’t come the fuck back. Ever.” She turns and looks at Nate, who’s standing quietly in the corner. “You hear me, Prince of the City?”

Nate gives a stiff nod, and she sighs, looking him over. He’s still naked and covered in blood and bruises, but there’s a hungry glint in her eye. “Shame. You were always a crowd favorite.”

Elvi is on her in a flash. The alpha has nearly a foot on her, but my angel presses a claw to her throat as she glares up at her. “You can keep your peace offering, bitch. Talk about him like that again, and you lose your larynx.”

The alpha blinks at her, but holds up her hands in surrender. “Apologies for overstepping.” Then she makes a big deal of looking around. “Is there any guy in this club you don’t have a claim on?”

Elvi blinks, but doesn’t back up. “Where’s Cam?”

She’s asking me, but Billie chances a guess. “Big, tanned guy with a shaved head and bruiser knuckles? He’s waiting for you at the back door.”

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