The staff were currently doing their best to clean up the mess from the fight while policemen took statements. A few people were handcuffed and sitting on the sidewalk out front…

But no Antonio. Maybe I’d get lucky, and he had already been taken away by the cops or in an ambulance.

CHAPTER 36

Enzo

The paramedics had given my pack a green light to head home, but we were instructed to keep an eye on each other. Just in case.

I didn’t like the warning hanging in the air like that.

We’d been able to keep Issa safely away, but Amir had run headfirst into danger without knowing what the fuck was going on. And all because he’d been worried about his alphas.

“It’s our fucking job to protectyou two, not the other way around,” I barked out as I paced the living room.

We’d all showered and changed, but I’d demanded the pack meet in the living room when everyone was done and had to use my bark on Ax to keep him from stripping our omega and beta naked and knotting either or both of them as his hindbrain began to take over. His alpha instincts were on high. His pupils were still blown, his scent still all wrong, and his thread in the bond completely unsteady.

“I’m not some fragile fucking flower, alpha. My pack was in trouble. You think I could sit by and do nothing? Would you?”

“You were supposed to watch over Issa to keep her away from–” I cut myself off, earning a glare from Amir so sharp it could cut.

“Who the fuck was in there?”

Had I not known better, I might have thought Amir was an alpha with the way he was more than ready to protect his pack and the rusty growl that wrapped around his words.

“My former alpha,” Issa said.

She’d situated herself against the side of the couch, her arms around her shins, her chin propped on top of her knees.

She looked so fucking small, so fragile like that. Memories of the day she’d crashed her car into my brother’s gate in her rush to warn her sister and their pack of her family’s plans sent a red haze across my vision.

She’d looked worse than the four of us combined. Her eyes had been nearly swollen closed, her bruising as well as the cuts from Antonio’s fists had taken weeks to heal. Her heart and mind were still in the process of healing.

Amir turned his head and stared at her, that rusty growl turning to a whine. But it wasn’t a sound of need or lust.

It was a sound of pain for Issa.

“Tell me someone beat him to a pulp,” he muttered while still staring at our beta.

I personally hadn’t even seen him. I’d been too busy trying to break up the fight and get my omega to safety. Then I’d caught the scent and sight of Issa’s thin body trying to push through the crowd watching like high school punks enjoying a house party fight.

The growl that had yet to cease from rumbling from my chest grew louder as the memory of seeing Amir being kicked as he tried to get back on his feet turned my fucking stomach.

I could have lost my omega. I could have lost my beta. I could have lost my fucking pack because–

“You need to get your fucking anger under control,” I growled, turning and jabbing a finger in Ax’s direction.

I was the only one on my feet, pacing the living room as I berated three of my packmates like a father upbraiding his kids. Cyrus had attempted to keep the peace but ended up in the foray when he tried to catch Ax before he could do something stupid.

Like punching Antonio and knocking him off his barstool. From what I’d seen, it had only taken moments for those who thrived on chaos to use their one-on-one fight as a reason to become anarchists.

Our club was not known for fights or violence. We offered safety for betas and even omegas to enjoy themselves without alphaholes ruining everyone’s night. We offered a top-notch show with a male dance review and were a highly popular spot.

After tonight, I couldn’t help but worry about our reputation.

Oh, and the fact I was more than likely only moments away from pissing off my beta.

“You’re done at the club until further notice. Neither of you will be there until we track down Antonio and end the threat.”