Page 60 of Redeeming His Omega Mate

I didn’t look away until she was safely inside the pack house. Only then did I turn to Grayson, my expression hard and determined. “How many?”

“Too many.” His jaw clenched. “Double the patrol units of both packs combined. They’re slaughtering our people, Damian.”

I dragged a hand through my hair, forcing down the rage as I tried to think, to strategize, to stay in control. Our people were counting on their Alpha to protect them. I had to set fear aside and take command.

“Is there a leader? Can you identify one?”

Grayson paused, then nodded. “Yeah. There’s a man in a black mask. He’s leading the charge.”

Good. If we cut the head off the snake, the body would crumble.

“We take him down,” I said without hesitation. “Without their leader, the rogues will fall back.”

Grayson gave a firm nod, but his eyes held the weight of everything we were up against.

“Gather fifteen men at the council room. I’ll be there soon. I need to get Aria first,” I ordered, already shrugging off my coat. My muscles tensed, my wolf stirring inside me, urging me to release him.

“And Grayson?”

He paused.

“Wipe that look off your face.” I met his gaze, my own filled withnothing but steel and resolve. “We’re not losing our pack tonight.”

Then I took off.

The once beautiful pack headquarters was now a bloodstained battleground. Rogues, wild and relentless, tore through my pack mercilessly, attacking with unquestionable brutality. The sight made my chest tighten. They were everywhere, at every corner, at every turn. The pack protectors fought back, but their efforts were disorganized and frantic. It wasn’t just the sheer number of rogues that made this battle feel hopeless. It was the chaos. They were scattered around, so there was no chance to regroup and charge forward. Nobody had expected it. We’d let our guard down for a day, and they seized the opportunity.

I pushed forward, cutting down any rogue that came at me, while my eyes scanned the area sharply for Aria. While searching, my gaze landed on the masked man Grayson suspected was their leader. He was a towering force of destruction, fighting with a fury that made me question his purpose. Was this just another raid, or was there something more?

I forced my way through the chaos until I finally spotted Aria. She was curled up beneath a table, her small frame trembling violently. Her wide, tear-filled eyes darted around in terror, her lips quivering as she hugged her knees to her chest. She looked utterly shaken.

I rushed toward her, scooping her up into my arms. She clung to me instantly, burying her face in my chest as she sobbed. A few pack protectors saw me and moved in, shielding us as I carried Aria through the madness and back to the pack house. Once inside, I handed her to the nanny to take her up to Tala.

Then I turned and headed for the council room.

When I got to the council room, Grayson was already there with about thirteen men.

“These were the only ones I could gather,” he said. “The others are…” he faltered.

I nodded. Thirteen wasn’t much, but it had to be enough. I laid out the plan. Simple but risky. We had to go straight for the rogue leader. Taking him down was the only way we stood a chance, even if he had an entire army backing him.

Once everyone understood the plan, we moved out, diving back into the pack headquarters. The rogue leader was up ahead, shouting commands, his presence alone fueling his warriors. I pushed toward him, Grayson and the others close behind, fighting to clear a path. But the rogues came at us from every direction, relentless and vicious, their claws flashing as they tried to tear us apart.

“Grayson, cover me!” I shouted after cutting down a rogue in my path.

Grayson moved to follow my command, but before he could react, a rogue in full wolf form lunged at him, knocking him to the ground.

I barely had time to register it before I realized we were being overwhelmed. The thirteen men had already dropped to seven, and the rogues kept coming.

I turned toward Grayson. He was struggling beneath the wolf pinning him down, its jaws snapping dangerously close to his throat. Without thinking, I lunged forward, sinking my claws into its abdomen. The wolf let out a sharp cry before collapsing.

I grabbed Grayson’s arm, hauling him up. “You good?”

“Barely—behind you, Damian!”

I spun just in time to see a wolf launching itself at me, fangs bared. Instinct took over as I sidestepped, barely dodging the attack, but another rogue tackled me from the side, knocking me off balance.

Through the chaos, I saw Grayson trying to stand, only to be tackled by two more wolves. More rogues surrounded me, closing in fast. Our numbers had dropped again. Seven had become four, excluding Grayson and me. That left us badly outnumbered.

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