Page 64 of Unhinged Omega

"Pull yourself together!" I snarl. "Unless you want to be its first snack when it gets out!"

Some alpha.

As if on cue, another roar shakes the compound. I turn back to the pit, and my blood runs cold.

The Knight is halfway out of the damn pit now. And there's an intensity in his burning blue gaze that I recognize all too well.

Hunger.

Need.

Mine.

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me," I mutter.

A clang of metal on metal draws my attention. Lex and some other alphas are dragging massive chains toward the pit, each link as thick as my arm. But even as they approach, I know it won't be enough.

Nothingwill be enough.

The Knight is going to get out. And when he does, I know he’s going straight for her.

A flicker of movement on the road leading to the compound catches my eye. A cloud of dust, kicked up by an approaching vehicle.

What the fucknow?

I snatch a pair of binoculars from a nearby crate, focusing on the incoming threat. It takes me a moment to make out details through the dust and grime, but when I do, a fresh wave of rage washes over me.

I know that long blond hair streaming in the wind. And I only know one fucker flashy enough to ride a golden motorcycle.

"You have got to beshittingme."

Of all the godforsaken times for that preening peacock to show his face, it has to be now? When I'm dealing with a rabid eight-foot killing machine, a heat-crazed omega, and the very real possibility that my entire operation is about to go up in flames?

I hurl the binoculars aside, not even wincing at the crunch of broken glass. A headache pounds behind my eye, and I can feel a muscle twitching in my jaw.

"Lex!" I bark. "You deal with this shit. I've got a pretty boy to turn into roadkill."

She looks up from where she's attaching a chain to a massive steel stake, her scarred face twisted in confusion. "But boss, what about?—"

"I don't care if you have to call in every merc from here to the Capital. Just keep that thing in the fucking pit!" I snap as I storm toward the plume of dust kicked up by the asshole on the golden bike.

Maybe I'll get lucky and he'll give me an excuse to put a bullet between those pretty blue eyes of his.

Knowing Raven, it's only a matter of time.

Chapter

Sixteen

GEO

Several Hours Earlier

Itake another long drag on my cigar, savoring the bitter smoke as it fills my lungs. The quiet of my living room is broken only by the low murmur of the TV, some mindless game show I'm not really watching. I know who wins anyway. Just background noise to fill the silence.

It's peaceful.

Calm.

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