Page 217 of Juliet & Her Romeos

I hear the yells of the men over the rushing in my ears. But I don’t stop or wait for them.

I feel feral.

This killer is touching Mom.

No more.

Never again.

I throw myself at the Alpha, running on sheer feral Omega instincts to protect my pack. I sink my teeth into Olivia’s hand, which is resting on the statue.

In shock, Olivia howls.

She snatches her hand off the statue, shaking me back and forth to try and dislodge me.

“You horrible, rebellious Reject.You’re just like your mother.” Olivia raises her free hand to backhand me.

I only bite down harder, delighting that I taste copper blood.

All of a sudden, I hear Ambrose’s voice, which is as cold as the snowy courtyard.

“If you touch her, Mom, then I’ll use one of your props toaccidentallycut off each of your fingers.” Ambrose gently places his strong hand on the back of my neck.

His touch, as well as his soothing pheromones, makes the red mists in my mind clear.

My breathing slows.

Hell, I attacked an Alpha.

Worse, a Head Alpha, and I did it in front of a sheriff.

“Good Omega.” Vito leans over and whispers into my ear, “You’re awesome. I knew that you were my perfect Omega. But you’ve caught Olivia, and trust me, she’s not going anywhere. We’re safe. So, do you want to let go now?”

I don’t.

But I trust my bonded mates.

I force myself to open my jaw and spit out Olivia’s hand.

Olivia hisses in pain, clutching her hand to her chest. “The bad Omega is feral. I want her charged and sent to the Institute.”

“I don’t take orders from criminals.” Dante’s expression is hard as steel.

Swan and I edge closer to stand in front of the statue, protecting it.

We hold hands.

Silvanus’ expression is grim, but he walks silently to join us. He takes my hand, and I know that he needs this touch as much as I do, since he rarely shows it.

Because we’ve worked out where Nova and Felix are buried.

For the first time, Olivia stares around her at the group of men who are now encircling her.

She takes a stumbling step back, but at Dante’s nod, Joseph slips metal handcuffs off his belt. In a single, skilled move, he catches Olivia in his arms, before wrenching her hands behind her back.

“Get your filthy hands off me.” Olivia struggles. “What are you…?”

“Arresting you,” Joseph clicks on the handcuffs. “Stay still.”

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