Page 10 of The Alpha Warrior's Mate

And the second one: Take down this awful place. Burn it to the ground if necessary.

Nothing out of the ordinary caught my attention as I walked the edge of the grounds until I reached the northernmost area where the trees were lush and the rumble of a few cars on the road could be heard.

I’d decided to make another round, even though my shift was over, when the scent of lion and hyena made my wolf rise inside me. The hair on my nape prickled my skin.

There weren’t many lions and hyenas who shifted together and even fewer who would around here.

My team was well aware I would be able to scent them.

Right on cue, the hissing brakes of a semi resounded in the distance. This was it.

The truck was about to arrive. My team was here.

A group of guards emerged from the front door. They were armed but only a handful knew how to handle the heat on their hips.

Two snarls came from behind me as I heard footsteps from the other direction.

Of course, King and Aziz would barge in as their animals. No reason for guns when you had teeth and claws.

The truck pulled in, backed up to the front entrance, and let out a great whoosh, as the engine turned off.

My heart pounded in my ears as the surge of adrenaline kicked in, lighting up my veins and shooting me with bursts of energy needed for the task.

When the truck driver hopped down, he was met by Hammer who put a gun to his head, demanding the keys.

“Get them!” I heard some of the guards scream. They pulled out their pistols, ready to fire, but the lion and the hyena were faster than them. Blood splattered everywhere, and yells of terror rang out.

Two large vans plowed up the dirt driveway and stopped, making clouds of dust billow up.

“Get the omegas,” Tyrus said, getting out while Maverick ran over to the back of the truck. Hammer tossed him the keys.

This was it. We’d done it. We’d headed off the shipment and stopped this breeding ring before it even started.

I’d started to dart inside to get Clay when the front door flung open, banging against the wall inside the house. One of the bosses came out with my omega in front of him, one hand around his waist, and a gun pointed to his temple. Clay’s face was paler than the day I accidentally busted into his office. His blue eyes shimmered with unshed tears. The overpowering, sour scent of fear emanated from my omega.

“No one move, or I kill the little accountant,” the boss said. He was so bold and brave with his sunglasses on, his mask pulled over his nose and mouth.

“Let him go,” Hammer said, pushing the driver away. “He’s got nothing to do with this.”

“That’s not exactly right. He and Jordan here have been whispering all kinds of secrets in Clay’s office. Isn’t that right, Jordan. Is it Jordan? That name never seemed to fit someone like you.”

“It’s not. Doesn’t matter. What matters is that you let him go.”

He huffed out a breath and, if his face wasn’t covered, I was sure I’d see some kind of sarcastic grin or even a sneer. “And if I don’t?” he asked, pressing the muzzle of the handgun harder against my omega’s head.

“Well,” I said, almost laughing. “While you were so busy hurting this innocent man, you didn’t check your flank, asshole.”

The man jerked to his left and right to find two fearsome predators had snuck in, hunting him while he wasn’t paying attention.

He let out a string of curses.

“If you let him go, they might not eat you alive,” I barked out.

“I-I…” he stammered and took a step. I caught Clay before he could hit the ground and turned his face into my chest. He didn’t need to see the blood of the man Aziz and King had not let get away, spill. They didn’t kill him, but he would be scarred for life the way he’d been responsible for so many scars on omegas.

Chapter Ten

Clay

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