Page 48 of Outcast Island

When the force of my heat and Magnus’s rage rampages into me without the barrier to keep it back, Iproject.

My father falls to his knees for the first time in my living memory.

Victory surges in my chest, but Viggo reacts quickly.

He rips my hand off my father, but skin contact seems to be my medium right now. I channel everything that I’m feeling into him and he’s sent to his knees, too.

I don’t let my father recover. I return my grip to his neck with my other hand.

An Omega overpowering two Vampire Alphas—and one of them is a king.

Magnus had called me strong.

He was right.

I can feel his praise as he ends his fight with Uhtred with brutal finality. He doesn’t use any commands. That would waste precious blood and resources.

Instead, he shreds his way through my brother until he’s an unrecognizable mess on the ground.

The poor Beta that had been tonight’s entertainment finally seems to realize he can leave. He stares up at me with wide eyes.

“Go,” I tell him.

I’m pleased to see him retreating from the room, but maybe that was a mistake.

What if he brings reinforcements?

I don’t imagine the Beta has any love lost with my family, but I realize it’s a mistake the moment he disappears.

Slaves have a warped sense of loyalty. They fear the lash more than they can possibly recognize the sweet taste of freedom.

The sound of footsteps tells me I don’t have much time.

My mother surprises me by rising to her feet and gliding to the door. She softly closes it and places the large wooden column down to settle into the hooks, locking the door. Every door in the Älva Nest has a barrier protocol in the event of a siege.

This time, it’ll allow me to finish what I started.

Magnus walks up behind Viggo and sinks his claw into his good eye, making the vampire scream as blood pours down his face.

My Alpha makes eye contact with me, looking for permission.

I give it to him with a subtle nod.

Viggo’s head disappears in a massive swipe of Magnus’s fist, launching against the wall with a sickening thud.

With only my father left to deal with, I place both hands on him and keep funneling my energy.

His lip quivers as drool runs down the side of his mouth. His wide, red eyes are filled with shock and fury.

He can’t believe that an Omega would be capable of any sort of power, much less this.

But for the first time in my life, I sense my mother’s pride. She doesn’t say a word as she straightens fully upright, possibly for the first time I can ever remember, and brushes her beautiful hair away from her face.

Her dark eyes seem bright as she lifts her chin and watches me keep my father on his knees.

Save this nest, my daughter,her eyes seem to say.

End the tyranny once and for all.

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