Page 15 of Fight

Shaking my head at my paranoia, I hit the gas when the light turns green. A bright white light that shouldn’t exist makes me turn my head to my left, and I scream as a huge truck slams into my car.

He could have hit me harder, but because of the size of my small vehicle, it spins like a top in the intersection as I white knuckle my steering wheel.

An embarrassing squeal escapes my lips as the car flips, and I can feel the roof crumpling around me as it scrapes along the asphalt underneath me. Breathing heavily, I shut my eyes for a moment as my car stops sliding.

I have to get out. Fuck, I’m upside down. Focus, Cere.

Swallowing hard as I open my eyes again, I shift my hips forward, so I can reach behind my back to pull my knife from the holster without slicing myself. It’s difficult because the damn seatbelt is doing its job very well, and is locked in place. I can hear yelling and see the headlights of more cars, making me realize this is an ambush.

Who the fuck crashes into someone? Damn crazy people are who.

My head hurts, my vision is swimming, but I force myself to start cutting the seat belt to get free. Blood trickles from my forehead, explaining the pain I’m feeling. I hit it when the car flipped over.

The bile rising in my throat tastes like battery acid as I swallow it back down, making me wonder if I possibly have a head injury. I’m running on too much adrenaline to check too thoroughly, and I know I have to get out of here. My hands are steady as I work, which is the only positive thing I have going for me at the moment.

“Yo, Arthur, what do you want us to do with the little omega bitch now? She smells real good,” a man taunts.

Shaking my head of the threatening darkness, I yell inwardly at myself to keep moving. Ignore them, cut yourself loose, and fucking run.

For God’s sake, don’t lose the damn knife.

Apparently I suck at pep talks.

“I hear the auctions need some fresh meat,” Arthur says with a chuckle. “What do you think, boys? She’s real pretty, even if she is feisty. We’ve already knocked her around a bit. Maybe we should take her for a ride first.”

“Is Ophelia still open right now, or should we take her somewhere else?” another alpha asks roughly, as if considering it.

My breaths sound harsh and too loud as I finally manage to cut the strap across my hips. I swallow the gasp that threatens to escape as I drop a bit before beginning on the next strap. I miss whatever Arthur grunts about Ophelia, a well-known omega who runs an auction house in Minnesota.

The alphas are slowly surrounding me as I hear the broken glass crunching under their feet. That’s fine, I’m wearing my shitkickers and jeans. I may get a little roughed up by the glass, but there’s nothing wrong with my legs.

I plan to wiggle out and then run like hell.

Working quickly, I listen to them as they catcall across the large intersection, wondering vaguely how they’re keeping it clear. I knew it felt too damn empty. Fuck.

After what feels like ages, the second stubborn strap comes loose, and I drop my hands down to save my head. My wrist twists, making me wince and I’m forced to switch hands as I slither out toward the window furthest away from me, because I can see more boots on the ground coming to grab me.

“We’ve got a live one!” one of Arthur’s men yells with an evil laugh, bending to attempt to snatch my ankle through the broken glass.

I grunt quietly, refusing to exhaust myself by yelling, kicking at his hand even as my heart beat slams against my ribs. The windshield looks like a giant spider web from the accident, I think vaguely as glass scrapes my arms as I struggle to get away from the alpha.

No, no, no. Let go!

I must have yelled the last two words as the alpha curses and releases me. I ignore another scratch on my face that happened somehow, and the feeling of blood beginning to drip down my skin.

I get out with a wiggle, exploding into motion to get upright, even as the world threatens to tilt on me. Swiping across my eyes, I blink hard to clear the film somehow crawling along my vision, trying to orient myself.

There’s no one around who can help, as most of these buildings are closed, but maybe I can lose them in one of the alleys.

Struggling to make a plan on the fly, I force my feet to keep moving. Running hard, I try to clock where everyone else is as I focus on getting away. Unfortunately, I still slam into a huge brick shithouse of another alpha, screaming as his arms attempt to squeeze the air out of me. I continue to wiggle and kick, managing to stab and slice at his side.

“Fuck, she’s too much trouble, Arthur,” he growls as he squeezes harder. The world is disappearing faster than it should, and I can’t draw breath, no matter how many times I kick him to get some space.

My ears are ringing, his mouth moving, but I can’t hear him. It can’t end like this. I’ve avoided being caught in a position I can’t escape from my entire life. I can’t get sold to the auctions. I haven’t told Auggie I love him. This can’t be the end.

“Give up,” the alpha growls in my ear with a smirk as my hearing rushes back in so quickly it makes me feel like puking. I'm so fucking disoriented between this giant and the car crash.

“I’m not against breaking your damn ribs, little omega. Especially since you have me bleeding like a fucking stuck pig.”

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