Page 49 of My Possessive Alpha

The sound of low snarls and snapping jaws filtered in through the walls of the bedroom, making my hair stand on end.

Tight with tension and fear, I remained stuck to the bed, bound by those heavy ropes. But as I sensed it was Sebastian, given how our connection seemed to tighten in his presence, regardless of not being able to see him, I did my best to calm myself.

I needed to focus. Even if he was fighting out there for me, I still needed to free myself. At least, I had to try.

The rope was tied tightly and wrapped in a way that made it nearly impossible for me to move my hands within them, making it incredibly difficult for me to saw through it with an elongated nail. My mouth was covered, too, so it wasn’t like I could chew through it.

Struggling to find an angle that worked, I growled out my annoyance but couldn’t stop.

The fight sounded like it was getting worse from outside those walls, and the pit in my stomach only grew as it went on.

But the rush of approaching footfalls made me freeze. Stopping my feeble attempts at cutting the rope, I waited.

The door was shoved open, and Zoe’s frantic face brought an immediate wave of relief over me. She glanced around the room until she saw me, and her expression softened. Not waiting a moment, she rushed over to me.

“She’s in here!”

“Zoe,” I murmured, tears coming to my eyes as her presence immediately put me at ease.

The moment she reached me, Ezra and Beau appeared in the doorway, both taking in the scene as Zoe flexed her nails and swiped them through the ropes.

“Thank the goddess,” Beau murmured, running a hand through his hair. “She’s safe.”

Ezra gave a decided nod, although he didn’t contribute much more than that as he kept an eye out, likely making sure that nobody planned on ambushing us while in the house.

“Are you all right? Is everything okay?” Zoe asked, glancing down at the faint swell of my stomach as she loosened the rope and gently freed me from it.

Blinking through the rush of emotions, aware of my extremely close call with Jack, I nodded. “Yeah, I’m alright. Just shaken up.”

Zoe smiled understandingly and nodded, pulling me in for a tight hug the moment I could move again.

“Thank you,” I whispered, sucking in a deep breath.

“No need to thank me. That’s what friends are for,” she reassured me, gently helping me to my feet.

While I was happy to see the three of them and even more relieved to be out of the restraints, I glanced between them as that concern returned to me. “Is Sebastian fighting out there?”

Beau nodded with a somewhat grave expression. “He is.”

“He and Jack are fighting to see who gets to claim you,” Ezra mumbled, expression as stern as usual.

Zoe scoffed at how he said it so crassly and shook her head as her eyes fell on me. “Sebastian is putting Jack in his place and fighting for his mate. Don’t worry about him. He has more than enough things to fight for. He’ll be fine.”

Beau and Ezra nodded their agreement, even if the latter seemed a bit annoyed by Zoe’s interjection.

As we stood there in the room, the noise from the scrap grated against my nerves, and I swallowed dryly. “I need to see him.”

Beau furrowed his brows. “Are you sure? This kind of thing can get bloody.”

“I know,” I insisted, well aware of how brutal shifter fights could be, especially between feuding alphas. And while the mental image of Sebastian getting hurt stung to think about, it still couldn’t shake my resolve. “But I need to see that he’s all right. I need to support him.”

While they all looked a bit wary, a mutual understanding moved between them.

“All right, then. Let's go. This house gives me the creeps anyway,” Zoe mumbled, taking my arm as she guided me out of the bedroom while Beau and Ezra led the way.

I felt just as unnerved in the house, vindicating her observation. Knowing that I frequented the home as a minor, only for him to turn around and try to make it a kind of prison for me as an adult, made my stomach turn.

Not wasting a moment as those aggressive snarls and snaps bled through the walls, we hurried out of the house, and I half worried we might miss the fight entirely.

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