Page 50 of The Omega Trials: Part Three

Then all hell breaks loose.

Stefan and Yves break out in a brawl with Titus and Griffin, fists flying. Bishop and Noah jump in as people scatter and scream. There’s a jumbled mix of Elders joining the fight, trying to stop it, or fleeing with their omegas.

It’s absolute chaos.

My instinct is to run toward the fray, especially with all three of my mates’ adrenaline and bloodthirst coursing through our bond.

Titus takes a brutal kick to the chin, and it feels like I just took a sucker punch.

“Ecker!”I yell at him as he uses his body as a barrier between me and the fighting. I pound on his back. Even turned away from me, he easily thwarts my attempts to get around him.

“I’m not letting you get hurt, Sinclair,” he shouts back, his attention on the mess in front of us.

“That’s not up to you,Cerulean,” a familiar cold, evil voice drawls behind me, snarling our name like it’s a slur. At the same time, I feel something hard press against the back of my skull and hear the blood-chilling sound of a gun cocking.

The growl Ecker makes when he turns around to see Yves’s father with a gun to my head cuts through the chaos like an earthquake.

The sound grabs the attention of everyone still remaining in the hall. It’s mostly just the new packs and a few straggling Elders, but all their harried stares are zeroed in on me. Bishop has Stefan in a headlock, and Titus and Griffin have Yves pinned to the floor with their knees on his back. Maverick runs his hand under his bloody nose, his mask having gotten knocked off during the fight, and Paisley’s panicked gaze meets mine.

I inhale as deeply and steadily as possible under the pressure of the entire hall and the barrel to the back of my head.

“We have let this madness go on far too long. I should’ve done this weeks ago.” Baron Cyan pushes the gun harder, making my head jolt forward. Ecker’s nostrils flare. He looks ready to rip the old perv’s throat out. Bishop and Titus’s glares are equally crazed and gold with bloodlust.

“Go ahead and shoot me,” I say with a calmness that surprises even me. Ecker’s jaw clenches like he wants to tell me to shut up, but instead he gives me his trust.

“C’mon,” I continue tauntingly. “Make me a martyr. Because killing me won’t make everyone suddenly forget what they heard tonight. It’s over, Cyan. You’re done. Shooting me won’t change that.”

“Then I might as well take you out with me.” He kicks the back of my legs.

“No!”my alphas all yell as I fall forward onto my knees. Bishop and Titus let go of the Cyans they were subduing. Noah and Maverick take their places so my alphas can join Ecker, standing shoulder to shoulder.

Titus lowers his chin as he glowers at the Elder threatening me. “Pull that trigger and I will make you watch as I carve your son’s heart out before feeding it to you.”

Cyan cackles behind me. “Empty threats. I’m not only an Elder, but a member of the council. I’muntouchable.”

Ecker scoffs mockingly. “There are no rules when our omega is hurt.”

The Cyan only laughs.

“You can’t kill her. She’s an Azurite omega!” I hear Merigold’s voice shout. I search the crowd for her, finding her on the edge of the circle that’s formed around us. Nobody moves as the crowd murmurs in disbelief. Blood thrums in my ears with every passing second

Then, one edge of the circle parts and the Azurite Elder pushes into the circle. “What do you mean?”

“She’s a descendant of Guinevere Azurite,” Merigold answers.

His head whips toward me. His mask can’t hide the pure bewilderment in his eyes. “Is that true?”

I never get the chance to answer.

The main doors and the door under the balcony burst open. Swarms of police in full tactical gear and assault rifles flood the hall.

The distraction is all we need.

My mates surge forward and tackle Baron, his gun skittering out of his grip and across the floor.

All around us, Elders are being taken down and forced into cuffs. Our pièce de résistance, what we traded the chief, mayor, and DA for. We give them all the blackmail back, and they throw these evil men behind bars for the rest of their miserable lives.

I snatch up the gun. It’s heavier than I expected, but the weight feels right in my hands.

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