Page 46 of My Ruthless Alpha

Through that near-blinding wrath that coursed through me, alarm threaded itself throughout.

In an overwhelming rush of flying fists thrown at whoever was still able to put up a fight, we pushed and pushed, prepared to do whatever it took to end the senseless assault.

All the while, every cell in my body was screaming at me to go—to run back home if I had to. It didn’t matter how I got there. I just needed to see them.

I needed to know my girls were safe and that I hadn’t made an irreversible mistake by going out that night.

Chapter 21 - Faye

When the movie wrapped up, and Sydney was feeling tired, she decided to go home for the night. Looking a bit more worn down than she had earlier, she said goodnight to us and then went on her way, leaving just the three of us.

While Miles mindlessly scrolled through some of the channels on the TV, I picked Margo up from where she fell asleep on the couch and carried her into her bedroom upstairs.

I smiled faintly, happy to see that she was so relaxed and content there. Ever since we told her about Beau being her dad and the two of us became more open with each other, there had been a definitive difference in her.

Margo had been mostly carefree before, but she could pick up on how things were between me and Beau, and as a result, she too felt even more at ease.

Just like I always wanted for her, she could play and explore and do anything she wanted without fearing what might happen. She didn’t have to worry about conforming to a strict alpha or having to watch out for anyone who might want to harm her.

She was safe in Beau’s territory and had the freedom just to be a kid.

Thankfully, I didn’t have to worry much either, and it made my job as a parent much easier to manage.

After placing Margo in her bed, in the room Beau had done up for her, I carefully draped the blankets over her and tucked her in before pressing a kiss to her forehead. She stirred a little, then turned over and snuggled in.

Smiling, I popped her nightlight on, then quietly left the room.

I made my way to the living room, where Miles had settled on some kind of flashy show I wasn’t familiar with while he lounged. After a moment, he sighed.

“You know, Beau should really give me a chance next time.”

Chuckling, I sat on the couch and glanced over at him, able to see his visible disappointment as he puffed his cheeks out and held the remote above his head lazily.

“Maybe he just wants to give you a few more years until he invites you out,” I tried to reason with him.

He huffed out a breath. “Yeah, right. I bet he’s afraid I’ll make him look less cool in front of his friends.”

“I’m not so sure your brother is worried about something like that. He probably doesn’t want you getting caught up in any trouble,” I said, hoping to put a bit more wind back into his sails. “Bars can get pretty rowdy sometimes. I doubt he wants you getting mixed up in all that yet.”

“But I’m not a kid. I can handle myself,” he returned, not sounding all that convincing. “Besides, I’m sure Beau and the others would have my back. They’re all pretty badass…I just wish I could hang out with them.”

With a faint smile on my face, aware of how Miles looked up to his older brother, I opened my mouth to speak when the front door flew open and crashed against the wall.

We both jumped, glancing at each other before looking over to the entryway. The moment the realization settled in, I froze.

It was him. Colton.

“There she is,” he sneered the moment his eyes landed on me as he entered the house. His beta, Hunter, followed in tow, grinning darkly. “The runaway.”

At the sight of him, I felt a wave of dread and fear move through me at once. Even if he looked smug, I knew his anger was roiling beneath his skin, barely suppressed.

Looking at him was enough to lock me in my place and render me almost completely useless.

He had found me. Right when I thought I was in the clear and didn’t have to worry about him or any other dangers.

The one I wanted to be as far away from as possible was right there. Approaching like he already knew exactly what he planned on doing with me.

“Who the hell are you?” Miles demanded of them, getting up far faster than I did. “And why are you here?”

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