Page 74 of Pack Obsession

“Later.” I cup her face in my free hand, thumb wiping away tears. Her skin is too hot—the Omega heat must be starting. I claim her mouth in a desperate kiss, needing to taste her, to prove to myself she’s really here. She melts against me with a whimper that makes my blood burn.

But urgency is burning through me.

“Where’s Julian?” I ask.

“Left about an hour ago.” Her fingers dig into my arms. “Said he’d be back soon. Axel, we need to go before?—”

I tap my earpiece. “I’ve got her. Julian’s not here, but he’s returning very soon.”

“Copy that,” Logan’s voice crackles. “Get her out through the back. We’re heading your way.”

“Time to move,” I tell Casey, taking her hand. We make it halfway down the hall before someone speaking echos from the cross corridor. Three men emerge from a room, weapons already drawn. I shove Casey behind me, but before I can get a shot off, two of them drop with precise shots to the head. Logan and Nash materialize from the shadows behind them.

“Go,” Logan orders, but more shouts come from behind us. A bullet punches into the wall inches from my head, showering us with plaster dust. I drag Casey down, shielding her with my body while Nash and Logan return fire.

Reaching the back door, through a side window, I hear voices.

“Fucking intruders in the house!”

My heart pounds against my ribs. We’re exposed here. Our cars are too far, and they’ll be watching for vehicles leaving. Then I spot the motorcycles.

“Come on!” I reach the closest bike, yanking out the ignition wires and starting the motor with years of practice. The engine roars to life, deep and hungry.

“Casey, climb on!”

The back door starts opening.

“Hurry!”

She vaults onto the bike behind me. Her small body molds perfectly against my back, thighs gripping my hips. I thread us between the van and fence before hitting the road. Her arms tighten around my waist as we accelerate, the wind whipping past us. I can feel her heart hammering against my back.

Ten minutes later, with no pursuit in sight, I pull over in the shadow of an abandoned gas station to text Logan.

Got her. Took bike. Heading to a safe house. Code purple.

We give all our safe places codes.

I turn to find Casey still clinging to me, face gazing up at me, looking pale.

“How you doing?”

“I...” She swallows hard, eyes bloodshot from crying. When she looks up at me, I can see an innocent Omega terrified. “You need to hurry. The heat’s starting to really hurt, and I... I need you. Need my Alphas.”

The urgency in her voice squeezes my chest. I smile at her, my heart clenching at her whimper when she leans against me.

“Hold on just a little longer, baby. Ten minutes to somewhere safe, I promise. Then I’ll take care of you.”

My phone buzzes. Logan.

Go. Keep her safe. We’re waiting for Julian.

She hugs me tighter.

“Let’s go home.”

Chapter

Twenty-One

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