Page 48 of My Ruthless Alpha

My pleading fell on deaf ears as Colton pinned Miles to the ground, who was already bleeding and panting while succumbing to his fresh wounds. He sneered down at him, muscles straining as he held him there.

“You have enough yet?”

Miles spat a mouthful of blood on the floor as he heaved in labored breaths, eyes already darkening as he looked up at him. He tried to wrench himself free, but it was no use.

“That’s what I thought…get her out of here,” Colton muttered, saying the latter half to Hunter over his shoulder.

More panic rang through my system at the order, and with his tight hold on me, Hunter started for the door.

I could hear Miles’ struggle as he tried to fight Colton off him, not wanting to let anything happen to me. He grunted as another hit connected with his jaw, struggling to say or do anything coherent by then.

Squirming, I could feel every alarm firing off in my head at once, but I knew I wasn’t going to get away from Hunter anytime soon.

Miles called my name weakly as if trying to will himself the strength to get away from Colton and stop them from taking me away. But I knew he was just as stuck as I was.

Panting through my struggle, I tried to look back at him, only able to see him lying on the floor while Colton got up and left him there.

“Miles!” I shouted, heart racing as Hunter brought me closer to the door. In a last attempt to do something, I called to him, “Watch Margo…and tell Beau!”

While I couldn’t hear any kind of acknowledgment from him aside from his pained groans while the two shifters forgot about him, I knew he would take it to heart. I had no doubt he’d do everything he could to protect Margo in my absence.

“Just shut up,” Colton muttered as he caught up to us, stopping only long enough to grab my jaw, force it open, and shove something in my mouth. He glared at me and added, “Swallow it.”

In my panic, I instinctively swallowed without knowing what it was, and more anxiety rippled through me. “What was that?”

“Enough mountain ash to knock you out…”

The words sent another rush of fear through me, well aware of what mountain ash was capable of against shifters. My heart pounded against my ribcage as I tried to fight and squirm.

“Let’s go,” Colton snapped at Hunter as he led him out the front door. “And don’t let her get away.”

I fought as hard as I could to get out of Hunter’s iron grip, yet it felt less and less effective as the powered mountain ash started to kick in, and I could feel myself becoming more lethargic. Trying to force my eyes to stay open, I concentrated as hard as I could to stay awake, but the farther they took me, the less I could feel my limbs.

“He’ll find you…” I murmured, noticing as my eyelids grew heavier and started to close for brief periods without me having any say in it. “It's no use…”

One of them said something, but it slipped from my awareness, and I couldn’t do anything to hold on to my consciousness.

As everything started to melt away, I could only think of them.

Silently hoping that Miles would be all right…that he would keep an eye on Margo for me. That Beau would come home before anything else happened.

I didn’t want to disappoint them. I didn’t want to lose them.

Chapter 22 - Beau

My heart pounded in my ears in a deafening roar the entire way back to my territory.

I could only think about Faye and what I watched happen to her through the clipped security feed that was sent to my phone from the home cameras while I was gone.

He got in and took her after beating Miles up. He came in, did whatever he pleased, and left just as fast. All the while, I had been too busy fighting off his goons to leave as soon as I could.

The thought of Colton and the others getting their hands on her sent me into a crazed state, and I knew I’d stop at nothing to get her back. It didn’t matter what it took, I wouldn’t let him think he won.

She was my mate. The mother of my child, and I’d be damned if I didn’t find her.

I hardly registered anything Ethan might’ve said to me on the way back, and I could only concentrate on getting home and finding out what happened. He sat in the passenger seat, using his shirt to soak up the blood from his nose while he waited for the healing process to kick in.

Whether I had blood on my face or not, I didn’t notice or care. I was too fixated on reaching my grounds and checking in. From the look of it, I was already too late, but I didn’t want to consider what else might’ve happened.

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