Page 57 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha
Can’t think about that now. Push away the pain. Keep going.
Staggering to my feet, dots darkening my vision, I beelined forward, towards the plate glass window that overlooked the manicured gardens.
Get down! Bastien’s voice in my mind was like a crack of thunder. Like the voice of god.
Without conscious thought, my legs folded underneath me, my body obeying instinctively.
And then all hell broke loose.
Chapter 54
Bastien
“How much longer?” My knee bounced with the need to move, to fight. My mate was in danger and I was too fucking far away.
“One minute.” Still a minute. Sixty seconds. Objectively a short amount of time, but too much could happen in a minute. Fuck, fuck, fuck. My claws shredded the leather of the seat beneath me.
“How is she?” Luc’s voice pierced my rising panic.
Testing the bond, I breathed a little easier. “She is in less pain, but she’s tense. Something’s going to happen.”
“Thirty seconds,” said the pilot as he started the chopper’s descent.
Leaning forwards, I looked out the window. We were about to land in the middle of Maximilian’s front lawn.
Tension thrummed through the bond.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
In one smooth move, I ripped off my seatbelt, reached forwards to pull open the door, and threw myself out of the chopper.
The landing jarred my ankles, but then I was up and moving, running at my full speed, the world beginning to blur around me. Ahead of me, I could see a room with large plate glass windows. In my mind, the presence of my mate glowed like a sun in the room.
There you are, baby.
Behind me, I heard Luc cursing as he followed me.
Then her pain rippled down the bond. The sharp crack of gunshots reached my ears.
No, no, no.
Two more seconds. That was all I needed. But she was moving towards the window. She was too close. And it was too late for me to do more than angle my final leap.
Get down! I sent the command down the bond with all the force I had in me.
I hit the window at maximum speed. Shards flew outwards like blades, slicing into the unsuspecting humans in the room.
My senses were fully extended. Screams. The coppery scent of blood. Like a slow-motion scene in an action movie, a man with the Humans First logo on his uniform futilely tried to block my way. Idiotic. Brave, but idiotic.
One sweep of my arm sent him flying across the room. His colleague, less brave, scooted backwards, reaching for a gun on the ground.
Good luck with that dickhead.
Nostrils flaring, mouth open so that my scent glands could better process the scents in the room, I stalked forwards. Towards my mate, who was on the floor curled into a ball. Shards of glass glinted on her back, sparkling like diamonds. My heart was beating so hard in my chest it felt as though it was ready to burst out of my rib cage. I couldn’t see any blood. Was she hurt?
Gunshots tickled my back. No more annoying to me in my true form than mosquito bites. Eyes locked on my mate, I sorted through the layers of scent in the room, the multiple perfumes of fresh blood.
None of it was hers.
