Page 65 of Knot Unwanted: Part Two

I keep low, using every piece of cover. Within moments, I’m less than ten feet from Heath, separated only by the storage rack she’s using for cover.

She turns, sensing movement, and our eyes meet through the metal shelving. Recognition crosses her face, followed by something like amusement.

“Well,” she says. “The one that got away.”

I raise my gun, aiming through the gap in the shelving. “Where is she?” My voice is steadier than I expected, and a surge of pride and vengeance goes through me.

Heath shifts to face me fully, staying in the protection of her cover. Her security guard is distracted, returning fire at the Ashgraves.

“Quite the loyal little omega, aren’t you?” she says, studying me with cold interest. “Following your alphas into a firefight.” There’s no fear in her expression, just cold calculation.

“You’re even prettier like this,” she says. “You would have earned me more than that fat little pig.”

Is she talking aboutmyHailey?

I aim my gun at her, trying to keep my hand steady. “Where is she?”

Heath smiles, and the expression makes my skin crawl. “Safe. For now.”

“Where is Caldwell?”

Her eyebrows rise slightly. “You’re well-informed for a pack omega.”

“Tell me where she is,” I demand, taking a step closer. The gunfire continues around us, but it feels distant, as if we’re in our own bubble of tension.

“Or what?” Heath asks, seemingly unconcerned by the weapon pointed at her. “You’ll shoot me? Do you even know how to use that gun, little omega?”

Her condescension fuels my anger. “Try me,” I growl.

She studies me for a moment, then her expression shifts to something like genuine curiosity. “You’re different from other omegas I’ve known,” she observes. “Fiercer. Less…tractable. That would actually fetch you a higher price.”

The implication that she’s assessing my value as merchandise makes my blood boil. My finger tightens on the trigger.

“Finn!” Jax’s voice cuts through my rage.

Heath uses the distraction to reach into her jacket. I react instinctively, pulling the trigger.

The pistol kicks in my hand, the sound deafening even amid the ongoing firefight. The bullet tears through the gap in the shelving, catching Heath in the shoulder. She staggers backward, genuine shock crossing her face.

Her expression morphs from shock to fury. “You little?—”

I fire again. Not caring anymore. The second bullet hits her in the midsection.

Her security guard spins around, shock registering before he throws something small and cylindrical. It hits the floor between us and immediately erupts in thick, choking smoke.

I stumble back, coughing, momentarily blinded. Through watering eyes, I see shadowy figures retreating—the guard half-dragging Heath toward the hangar doors.

“She’s getting away!” I shout, firing wildly into the smoke.

Stone appears beside me, grabbing my arm. “Fall back! We can’t see!”

More gunfire erupts around us, the Ashgraves and Jax returning fire blindly into the spreading smoke. I struggle against Stone’s grip, desperate to follow Heath, but he’s too strong.

“Let me go!” I snarl. “She knows where that bastard is taking Hailey!”

“And she’ll be dead if we don’t move now,” Stone insists, pulling me back toward our original cover.

Through gaps in the smoke, I catch glimpses of Heath being rushed toward the waiting plane, blood staining her elegant suit where my bullets struck her. One of her security men falls, but the remaining few form a tight protective circle, returning fire as they retreat.

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