Page 9 of Psycho Pack

"You fucks always go for my goddamned nose!" he hisses.

"You're both right," Thane says, ignoring him. "We need to find her. But fighting each other won't help. And Whiskey, save the 'I told you so' bullshit for after we get our omega out alive."

"Fine." Whiskey spits blood in my direction with a sneer. As if contamination is my kryptonite. As if I haven't had hisfucking come all over my hands. "But I'm not following his lead anymore. He's too emotional about this."

"Emotional?" I lunge forward, but Thane's arm blocks my path. "You want to see emotional?"

"Both of you shut the fuck up and focus!" Thane's voice carries the full weight of command. "Listen?—"

"You know what I love?"

My blood runs cold.

The silky Vrissian accent slides through the chaos like a blade between ribs. We all stare as Valek emerges from the shadows at the end of the hall, his bone-white hair catching the crimson emergency lights. Blood drips from his gray 'patient' uniform, fresh enough to still be running.

"How nothing changes," Valek purrs. "Not even the end of the world could stop your little... squabbles."

"You backstabbing piece of shit!" I stalk up to him with murderous intent. "Where is she?"

"Such hostility." He tilts his head, silver eyes glinting. "And here I thought we were all brothers in arms."

"Brothers don't kidnap each other's mates," Whiskey growls, joining me.

Valek's lips curve into a cruel smile. "I did not kidnap her. She made a choice." He runs his tongue over his teeth. "Not thecorrectchoice, so I took her with me and gave her another chance. Is that so wrong?"

"Nah. We don't have time for your bullshit games." Whiskey's fist crashes into Valek's face.

Blood sprays from Valek's split lip. He laughs wildly, dodging Whiskey's next swing. "You want to dance, big boy? Let's dance."

A scalpel appears in his hand like magic. Whiskey barely jerks back in time as the blade slices through the air where his throat just was. Valek pivots, fluid as water, the blade a silver arc in the flashing red lights.

I slam into him from behind, driving my knee into the back of his leg. He buckles but rolls with the momentum, coming up in a crouch. The knife flashes again, opening a line of fire across my ribs.

"Three against one?" His tongue darts out to taste the blood on his lip. "Not very sporting."

"Fuck sporting." Thane's boot connects with Valek's chest, sending him crashing into the wall. "Where the fuck is she?"

Valek dances back from Thane's next strike, but stumbles into Whiskey's massive arms. The bigger alpha locks him in a bear hug from behind, crushing Valek's arms to his sides. Blood from Whiskey's broken nose drips onto Valek's shoulder.

"Not so graceful now, are you?" I circle around to face him, flexing my fingers.

Valek's eyes glitter with manic glee. "Hurt me. Please."

My fist crashes into Valek's ribs, the impact sending shockwaves up my arm. He laughs through bloody teeth, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face even as Whiskey starts squeezing the life out of him.

Hope his eyes pop out of his fucking head.

"Where is she?" Another blow. His head snaps back against Whiskey's chest.

"Getting tired yet, Doctor?" Valek taunts, his accent thicker than usual even as his head lolls. Blood drips steadily from his split lip onto his gray uniform. "Or should I say... brother?"

I slam my knee into his gut, silencing him. But only for a moment. He wheezes out another laugh, silver eyes glinting with a manic light that sets my teeth on edge.

"You want to know where your precious omega is?" he slurs, head lolling to one side. "She's carving her name into my cock right now. Making art of my flesh..."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Whiskey growls, his brow knitting in confusion. He tightens his grip until Valek's bones creak.

But I notice something off in Valek's gaze. A glassy sheen, pupils blown wide. The way his words slur together. Signs I recognize from years of medical training.

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