Page 57 of Sold to the Alpha Wolf

“I don’t…dammit!”

Kaiden rushed to my side, taking my hand. “Senna, you’re his mate. If anyone can find him, it’s you.”

My ears hummed for the rush of my blood, and my stomach was in knots—gore and grotesque smells made it flip. I met Kaiden’s eyes briefly before I sucked in a deep breath and closed my lids. I had to find him.

Find him.

Letting the world drop away, I sucked in a lungful of air through my nose. The prominent copper and iron smell struck hard, but I tried to push past it.

Wolves. So many other wolves had run through the house, taking the aroma of the forest inside with them. The forest.

Shaking my head, I forced myself to focus on pine—that alluring, leather-backed pine that signaled my Jet—desperately clinging onto the shred of composure I had left.

He smelled like the trees. He smelled like his library, the musky vanilla of ancient tomes.

A zing. Just a tiny zap of electricity that yanked me back toward the kitchen and outside into the lawn beyond it. No, not outside. That’s…

“Dammit.” I shook my head. “There.”

I took off running, and Kaiden followed right on my heels. He was just outside. Jet was right fucking there, exactly where I told him not to go, and I had to get to him. Because the smell of mud and gasoline was getting stronger, and that could only mean one thing.

Terrance was there.

Please. Please. Let me get to him.

Kaiden shoved another Collins wolf out of the way as we tried to scramble through the kitchen. The younger wolf went flying into the wall, smashing the shelves, and I flung myself past him, heading for the back door.

I reached forward, gripping the cool, round knob and yanked hard. As the door flew open, I was shoved forward, barely catching myself with my hands. Pain lanced through my calf, and I looked back to see a familiar female wolf clamped down around my leg. Gabrielle.

Kicking down hard with my other foot, I smashed the heel of my shoe into her face. The bitch let go of my leg, blood coating her teeth, and growled at me. She’d always been a greedy, self-centered shit, and I was done letting the other omega push me around.

I looked around me, spotting an antique door stop—the thick metal weight slightly rusted with age—within reach on the dark tiled floor. Hefting the thing up as I stood, I screamed down at Gabrielle. She growled low once more, readying herself to lunge at me again.

As she hunkered down, I took a deep breath, waiting until she was mid-air to swing the iron weight in a wide arch. It soared into the side of her face, blood splattering as she was knocked to the side.

She whimpered as she hit the ground, nearly dead. I couldn’t leave her like that. It was worse to let her go slowly.

Standing over her, I lined up the weight with the back of her skull, readying my strike.

“You could have stood up to him. You could have…”

Just a low growl, weak and failing.

“Goodbye, Gabrielle.”

Letting the weight smash down onto her uppermost spine, I watched the immediate change as her spinal cord snapped. She was gone. Shouting yanked my attention to the backyard.

“Jet. Fuck.”

I spun around, my leg roaring in protest, and hurried back through the door. Kaiden appeared right behind me as I stumbled. He threaded an arm under me, taking some of the weight.

As we rushed through the door and out into the white expanse of snow, I caught movement by the tree line, a familiar scent of the wind.

Jet.

Kaiden helped me sprint forward, and I stopped caring about the pain that cut through my leg with each step.

“I told him not to come out here. Dammit!”

---