Page 25 of Fallen Omega

Now he grabs me by the throat, slamming me into the wall. His eyes glitter as he starts to shift and move. Shadow to light. In focus and out.

“Yes, bitch.” Jake starts to ease up the fabric of my panties. “I think I’ll just keep going. I want that cunt.”

Suddenly the panties snap back into place, and he’s gone. Something hits bricks on the other side of the alley.

“I think,” says a sonorous voice, “you should listen to the lady. She said no.”

Jake snarls. “Who’s going to stop me?”

I breathe hard and look up the veil lifting a little. It’s the man with the caramel curls.

He grins, the dimple flashing, and my insides flare up into life. I throb with real need and desire.

“I am,” he says.

And then his fist smashes into Jake’s face.

I try to say something, but just a note of a wordless song breaks free before everything goes black.

Chapter

Six

Knight

Gardenias sweeten the fetid air. The smell spurs me on in beating the living shit out of the lowlife who was about to rape this girl.

She’s out, but she’s in heat so her metabolism’s working overtime. Let her heal. Let her rest. Whatever.

The note of song from her, pure beauty and infinite sadness fuels me. And just maybe stops me from killing the rapey fuck.

But the rage still burns.

Right now? The rage is fire in my veins as I slam my fist into the alpha’s face.

He’s muscular, big. I’m taller but he probably outweighs me.

It’s not a fair fucking fight.

I’m going to demolish him.

The guy laughs as he staggers to his feet. He swings at me and he connects. The pain blossoms. I grin.

Not because of the girl. This shitbag deserves to suffer,deserves to be forced to eat his own dick and balls for touching her, for drugging her.

I want him to understand who the fucking Unholy Trinity is.

“Pretty boy, go back inside. The girl’s mine.” He wipes blood from his mouth, hands coiling into fists as he sniffs the air. “Alpha to alpha, I’m superior. And I got to her first. All that fucking soft skin, and so pretty with her naivety. She should hang a sign sayingvirgin in heat, fuck me and own me now.”

I nod. I don’t even look at her. Dirtbag has a point. She is all kinds of soft, pretty, but he’s not getting her.

Dante didn’t ask me to get involved. Actually, it was the opposite.

He told me to watch her.

Which I did. Right up until I didn’t. Until now.

“Here’s the deal,” I say. “You go, and never come back to any Unholy Trinity establishment again.”