Page 53 of Heat Me

"And now we have an answer," I said, still grinning. "No man can be YOURequal!You just knocked down the whole quasi-SWAT team!"

Damien winked.

Just as relief washed over me, a new sound filled the air—the distant wail of sirens.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath. "The cops."

He cursed too and groaned, "This could take hours, and my heat…"

He was right. This whole mess could seriously disrupt our plans. My eyes landed on Blue Lowen.

"Maybe Blue can help us? He can vouch for us or something? They might let us go… Is he going to be all right?"

Damien knelt beside his uncle, checking his pulse.

"Yeah. Everyone’s just knocked out. They’ll wake up soon, unless one of them has a pacemaker—but I doubt it. Guys like that wouldn’t be part of an assault unit."

"Wait—Mr. Ragu mentioned heart problems! We should check on him."

We hurried back to the destroyed conference room, leaving Blue still unconscious on the floor, but it was safe to say that there was no more danger.

The boss of Fate’s Choice lay unconscious, just like the others.

Damien dropped to his knees beside him, shaking the man lightly. When that didn’t work, he shook him harder, but Ragu didn’t stir.

"Try zapping him a little," I suggested with a grim smirk.

Damien let out a short laugh and did exactly that. A small jolt, and Mr. Ragu jerked violently, his eyes flying open.

"What the hell?!" he groaned.

His gaze darted to me, and his eyes widened even more.

"You’re covered in blood…"

"They’re just grazes—bullet wounds. I’ll heal. But we have a problem," I said, nodding toward Damien.

"I’m in heat," Damien muttered, his cheeks coloring slightly. "I need to get out of here. And the police are coming."

"That could mean hours of interrogations," I added.

"Relax," Ragu said, sitting up with a wince. "They’ll understand. You can probably give your statement later, but they’re definitely going to want to talk to you. You’ve done a hell of a job here."

"I only did half the job. Damien took care of the rest," I said, glancing at my perfect omega.

Damien flushed deeper. "We were a team!"

Ragu stared at him in shock. "That electric thing that hit us… was that you?"

Damien nodded hesitantly. "Are you a rose omega?"

"Hey!" I interjected sharply. "That’s not exactly a tactful question!"

It was rude to ask something like that, especially since rose omegas weren’t as instantly recognizable as purple alphas. Prying into their private traits was considered highly inappropriate.

"Sorry," Ragu muttered, rolling his eyes. "Just curious."

I gave him a long look. He didn’t seem seriously injured, but I asked anyway. "How are you feeling? The blast from the bomb wasn’t exactly gentle."

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