Page 78 of Psycho Pack

IVY

Whiskey's apology cuts off as a roar rips through the cave. The sound tears at my eardrums, feral and raw. Through the dim light, I catch sight of Wraith's massive form charging toward us, his blue eyes wild with murderous intent.

Had I been that loud?

Oh fuck.

Whiskey's arms tighten around me protectively, but before Wraith reaches us, a flash of white hair intercepts him. Valek slams into Wraith's side, sending them both crashing into the rock wall. Valek's movements are unsteady, his coordination still off from whatever drugs linger in his system. But his erratic swaying like a drunken sailor works to his advantage as the two alphas grapple.

Then Wraith's huge hands lock around Valek's throat.

"Oh, no, not my neck," Valek chokes out. He smashes his forehead into Wraith's, stunning the enraged alpha long enough for Thane to lock his arms around Wraith's torso from behind.

Even with both alphas restraining him, Wraith thrashes free, grips a fistful of Thane's hair, and slams Wraith face-first into the cave wall with a roar.

"What the fuck?" Whiskey snarls above me, his grip tightening. "How did they hear that and not everything else?"

Valek's strained laugh echoes off the cave walls as he grabs Wraith's arm and tries in vain to haul him off Thane. "Oh, we heard it all, you inconsiderate oaf." His accent thickens with exertion. "Every delicious moan, every desperate whimper..." He pauses, turning to look right at Whiskey. "And all your bullshit. But it seems our favorite rabid beast took exception to that last cry." His silver eyes lock onto mine, lips curling into a knowing smirk. "I suppose because it is clear our omega was not comingthattime."

Heat floods my cheeks at his words, but I keep my expression neutral. I won't give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Not that it matters, since a moment later, Wraith's fist connects with Valek's face and sends him flying.

"Ivy, tell him you're fine before he fucking kills someone," Thane snaps, rolling to his feet. Blood streams from his nose where Wraith smashed his face into the wall.

"I-I'm okay," I call out, but my voice comes out too hoarse after I was thoroughly reamed by Plague and Whiskey. He doesn't seem to hear me as he lunges for Valek again.

Valek has barely managed to recover from the previous hit, but he still manages to block Wraith's next punch with his arm. "Louder, little omega!"

"Wraith!" I push out of Whiskey's arms, even though I'm still trapped on both their knots, ignoring his grunt of protest. "Stop! I'm fine!"

This time, my voice rings clear through the cave, but Wraith doesn't seem to have heard me at all.

Wraith's snarls echo off the cave walls as he pummels Valek with insane force. My heart pounds against my ribs, panic clawing at my throat. This isn't like his usual outbursts. There's no recognition in those wild blue eyes, no hint of the gentle alpha I've come to know.

Just blind feral rage.

"Wraith, please!" I cry out, my voice cracking. "It's me! I'm okay!"

But he doesn't respond. His massive fist connects with Valek's jaw, sending the white-haired alpha crashing back into the cave wall. Before Valek can recover, Wraith is on him again.

Thane tackles Wraith from behind once more, muscular arms straining as he tries to pull Wraith off Valek. "Stand down!" he roars, but Wraith just twists in Thane's grip, grabs him by the throat, and slams him down into the ground with another roar.

"Fuck," Whiskey grunts, his arms wrapping around my waist again as he tries to reposition us. I wince as his knot shifts inside me. "We gotta do something."

Plague's hands are gentle but insistent as he eases me forward. "Hold still," he mutters. "I'm going to try to pull out."

I bite back a whimper as he slowly withdraws, his knot tugging at my stretched rim. It's gone down sooner than it usually would have, probably because of the sheer adrenaline we're all experiencing, but not completely. I force myself to breathe through it. We don't have time for gentleness.

Not with Wraith tearing the cave apart.

With a final, slick pop, Plague pulls free.

He doesn't waste any time. He darts across the cave, snatching up his discarded belt. His hands move with surgical precision as he pulls out a syringe, uncapping it with his teeth.

"Hold him!" he shouts to Thane and Valek, who's managed to stagger to his feet.

"What do you think we're doing, the fucking waltz?" Valek slurs.

They throw themselves at Wraith, grappling with his thrashing limbs. It's like watching them try to wrestle a lion. Wraith roars, the sound shaking dust from the cave ceiling.

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