Page 105 of Knot the Alphas' Feral Omega

They stopped, and the man—who I assumed to be Randall—looked at her with something close to pity in his eyes. He shook his head, then said something that made Lilah stiffen. Her eyes—already wide with panic—widened even further, and then, when they started moving again, she threw herself to the side.

“Fuck!” I swore low under my breath as I watched Lilah toss herself into an enormous, decorated vase, shattering the thing and startling Randall in the process. His grip on her arm loosened—clearly her goal—and her jaw dropped open in a pained shriek as the porcelain shredded through her arm.

Killian was moving before I could tell him not to. With a growl, he leaped through the window, shattering it as he threw himself into the living room. He lunged across the room, tackling Randall before he could do more than look towards the window.

“Motherfucker!” I swore again, and then Emmett and I followed into the chaos. I was barely aware of the cuts scored into my skin by the jagged edges of the window, focusing all my energy on Randall and Killian. They were rolling around on the ground now, exchanging punches and snarls that made my wolf pulse inside me.

“Take her!” I snapped at Emmett before I threw myself into the fray.

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Emmett

I didn’t need Oliver’s order to focus all my attention on Lilah. Her expression was a little dazed, the scent of her blood thick in the air as I wrapped my arms around her middle and tugged her away. She looked up at me, and it took a second before her eyes focused enough that she realized who was holding her.

“Emmett?” She glanced over at the other three where they were rolling around on the ground —Killian had shifted into wolf form and had his teeth set into Randall’s arm, growling aggressively as Randall swiped at Oliver with his extended, razor-sharp claws—and then back at me. “You found me.”

I let out a broken little laugh and pulled her closer to me, adrenaline and fear making my head spin. “Of course we did, sweetheart.” I pulled her to the side and turned her so that her injured arm was facing me, brushing away the shards of porcelain that I could see. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

She shook her head, her expression paling. “He was...he said...that he was going to teach me...that I was hislegacy...”

My stomach twisted, and nausea flooded me even as I shook my head. “Never going to fucking happen,” I said fervently.

Lilah swallowed, and then nodded. “I think...he has someone in the basement. A person. He was going to ‘teach’ me,” she whispered again, lowering her voice as if she didn’t want to think about the horrible outcome ofthatscenario.

I just nodded. “We’ll make sure they’re safe before we leave,” I promised. I swallowed as I looked at the scratches and cuts on her arm, but they were thankfully small, and the bleeding was already sluggish. She would be okay.

Randall, on the other hand...

He waslaughingmaniacally, as Oliver doled out punch after punch, his alpha growls ripping through the air.

“You’ve been waiting for this for a long time, haven’t you?” he taunted, his voice gleeful. “What was his name...Jack? He screamed for your help when I killed him, you know. You could have saved him if you’d just known where we were. And now my daughter will follow in my footsteps!”

Pain lanced through me at his words, and Killian and Oliver both tossed back their heads and howled, just for a split second.

I knew what they were going to do before they struck, and I quickly put myself in front of Lilah, tucking her face into my chest.

“Don’t look, sweetheart,” I said, my voice low and intense.

Behind us, Randall let out a hoarse scream, and then there was a wet, splattering sound, and his voice cut off—forever.

Lilah seemed to know instinctively what had happened, too. She buried her face in my chest, her entire body shaking as she wrapped her arms around me. I peeked over my shoulder and nodded once when Oliver glanced my way.

Killian’s jaw was dripping with blood, clearly having ripped Hunter Randall’s throat out. He paced around a little on all four feet before he shifted back to his human form, his nudity stark as he spit on Randall’s body. “Fucker. You’ve hurt enough fucking people,” he seethed.

Oliver swallowed, his expression wrought with pain and relief, and I knew exactly what he was feeling.

This was retribution. This had been a long time coming. This was vengeance for what he’d done for Jack.

But it had been so quick. It didn’t feel like it wasenough.

But it would have to be.

“I’ll call the cops,” Oliver finally said, standing up and stepping away from Randall’s body. He was still alive, his heart pumping more and more sluggishly with each second as he bled out, and he would be long dead by the time anyone made it here.

“There’s someone downstairs,” Lilah mumbled, her face staying buried in my chest.

Oliver nodded and then walked around my side. “I’ll take care of it,” he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to the top of Lilah’s head before straightening up. He looked at me meaningfully, then walked into the other room as he pulled his phone out.

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