Page 28 of The Omega Trials: Part Two

Sinclair

My heart pounds as the three Cyan alphas stalk farther into the room like prowling hyenas. I resist the urge to walk back with their advance. I don’t want to get backed into a corner. But other than that, I have no fucking idea what to do.

Do I run? Do I scream? Do I fight?

“I don’t think your alphas will be so fucking arrogant once we return you to them all bloody and battered.” Yves’s voice is the definition of heartless. No, not heartless. Because he has a heart, it’s just pure evil. I can hear the sick glee in his tone, hisheart’sdesire for pain and payback.

My fear abates when I realize none of them have any weapons. No bats, no knives, no belts. All they have is their fists, and they can’t touch me.

If this charade was meant to scare me, then this realization means they’ve already failed.

“Go ahead, maybe you’ll have a heart attack like that Cobalt piece of shit,” I taunt, standing taller.

Eric, the second tallest after Yves, laughs and there’s something about it that sends cold shivers down my spine. Like there’s something they know that I don’t.

Could they have somehow tricked Bishop or Ecker into giving permission? Is that even possible?

My mind races as they close in on me, cruel, anticipatory smiles painting their faces.

Maybe it is time I try to run. If I can get to the stairwell, I can lock the door behind me. Cautiously, I take a few steps back as they get closer.

It’s only a few yards away now. I think I can make it. I try not to give away my plan as I take one more backward step before spinning around and bolting to the door. Adrenaline rushes through me and my hand flies to the door knob. I expect to feel them on top of me any second, but I don’t even hear them move.

I know why the second I wrench the handle and it doesn’t budge.

“Damn it,” I curse as I try the knob again and again even though it’s clearly locked. “Fuck!” I slam my palm on the stupid door.

If running isn’t an option anymore, I guess that means it’s time to fight.

I turn around with as much confidence and false bravado I can muster. “Three on one, really? Surely you’re not scared of little ol’ me.”

“You won’t be so smart once I knock your teeth in, bitch.” Stefan is the first to swing. I duck just in time, and his fist creates a fissure in the wood behind me.

I know it was just luck. I never stood a chance.

Two sets of hands grab me by the arms and thrust my back up against the door. Yves pushes up the sleeves of his white dress shirt.

“Oh, how I’m going to enjoy this.” He snickers right before sucker punching me in the gut.

I wheeze, the wind completely knocked out of me. I don’t have time to even wonder how all three are able to touch me pain free before another powerful blow throws me back into the hard wood.

I look up into his hate-filled eyes, scrambling for the right thing to say when all I want to do is double over in pain. I just need to buy myself some time until my mates come for me.

They must know something is wrong through the bond. I can’t feel them, but that’s probably just the adrenaline, narrowing my focus to this moment in order to survive.

“Don’t have much to say now, hmm?” Yves sounds so damn smug. I spit in his face; it’s practically an instinct.

He doesn’t even wipe it off before punching me squarely in the jaw. My brain rattles in my skull and the room fills with floating black spots. I taste copper on my tongue.

In an attempt to stop the room from spinning, I close my eyes. I don’t see the next hit coming. My cheekbone erupts with pain, and I can feel my eye instantly begin swelling. Bloody spit drips down my chin as I hang my head, fighting to remain conscious.

“What the fuck is happening?” A shout bellows from across the room. My eyes strain to see who it came from.

“This doesn’t concern you, Beryll,” Yves snarls, hardly sparing a glance over his shoulder.

I can barely hold my head straight and struggle to focus on Griffin and the two other Beryll alphas standing in the doorway.

“That wasn’t my question,” Griffin snaps back.

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