Page 68 of Unhinged Omega

With a low growl, I release him. He doesn't wait for an invitation, bolting into the crowd like his ass is on fire. Smart man.

I stand there, chest heaving, as the reality of what just happened sinks in.Fuck. I really have lost my mind.

There's no reason Raven would be here anyway. Iknowthat. He'd be going straight for Nikolai, the suicidal little shit. So why the fuck am I seeing his ghost everywhere I look?

Something dark and ugly twists in my gut.

An emotion I'm not ready to name.

Fuck this.

I start stalking through the market like a man possessed, grabbing random people and demanding information. "Tall, muscular Vrissian asshole," I snarl at a trembling beta. "White hair, round red sunglasses, scarred face, red coat. Can't miss him. Ring any bells?"

Most of them just shake their heads, eyes wide with fear. A few mutter something about not having seen anyone like that. One particularly brave—or stupid—alpha actually has the balls to tell me to fuck off.

I leave him nursing a broken nose that'll be dribbling blood and snot for a week.

As I prowl deeper into the bowels of the market, my frustration mounting with each dead end, I catch a scrap of a conversation. Just a scrap, but it's enough to make me stop in my tracks.

"—I'm telling you, she's the most fucking gorgeous omega I've ever seen," a big alpha is saying, his eyes glazed over like he's describing a religious experience. "All soft curves, an ass that could turn a man into a wolf?—"

“Her hair really does look like moonlight," the smaller beta at his side finishes dreamily.

I freeze, my blood turning to ice in my veins.

Shit.

That's her.

The omega Raven's chasing.

Has to be. Which means these idiots must be Nikolai’s goons.

In an instant, I'm on them. The alpha yelps in surprise as I grab him by the front of his shirt, slamming him up against the nearest wall. "Where the fuck is she?" I growl, my face inches from his. “And where is Nikolai Vlakov?"

The alpha's eyes go wide, darting to the beta for help. But his buddy's too busy pissing himself to be much use.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," the alpha stammers.

Wrong fucking answer.

I tighten my grip, lifting him until his feet dangle off the ground. "Don't play dumb with me, you sack of shit. Now tell me where the fuck he is, or I'll rip your fucking eye out."

For emphasis, I tear my eyepatch off.

He pukes. I flinch, then snarl and slam him against the wall to punish him for it.

A flash of movement in my peripheral vision is all the warning I get. I release the still vomiting alpha with one hand, pivoting to catch the beta's wrist just as he lunges at me with a knife.

Fucking amateurs.

I twist the beta's arm, bending it at an unnatural angle until I hear the telltale creak of bone and ligament. The beta howls, squirming in my grip as tears stream down his face.

"Stop! We're at the old airport!" the alpha splutters, lunging at me. I swing the beta up by his arm and slam him into the alpha like a mace. They both crash to the ground, the alpha landing on top of him.

Hope both of them are covered in puke now.

"What did you say about the old airport?" I growl, cocking my gun at them as they both groan.

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