Page 19 of The Wolf's Bullied Pregnant Mate
Still, they hit the demon, which disintegrated. Zephyr tutted under his breath before rummaging underneath the bar, set right back, into the counter. When he brought out a rifle, my eyes widened.
“How did you know that was there?”
“I put it there,” he answered dismissively before he checked the chamber, which was full. He spared me a second to show me the shining navy bullets inside. “Demon bullets. Save your—strength.”
I didn’t get a chance to respond because he began firing. The others, opposite us, moved out of the way. One of them had already shifted, tearing into demons, while Zephyr blasted the remaining ones quicker than I had been able to.
But more kept coming. The ten we had originally found had doubled, and more blueish lights illuminated the ceiling and walls, the pre-warning of a portal.
“There’s too many!” Frazer yelled.
“For you, maybe,” Sweeney called, back-to-back with Johnson, as they fired at the demons with those different bullets, specifically designed for demon extermination. Johnson had a manic grin on his face as he fired, one of his shots forcing me to duck beneath the bar.
Helplessly, I threw up a shield in front of us, watching as Zephyr cringed back from where he braced his elbows on the bar.
“Don’t touch me with that shit,” he spat.
“I’m helping to save your ass,” I snapped. “Just be thankful and fire.”
Bullets rained down on the demons, whose squeals and screams filled the room nightmarishly. It wasn’t a sound easily forgotten. All six of them were fighting, spread across the room. I was only glad to see Harper kept back and shielded from the demons, but even Alex’s attention was torn, half fighting the demons, half ensuring none had swarmed his mate.
More and more kept spilling into the room, too many for even Zephyr’s bullets to keep up with. They filled the room, overwhelming even the wolf one of them had shifted into. Hector was yelling that there was no sign of them slowing down anytime soon.
“Everyone out!” Alex yelled, reaching for Harper, gathering her up in his arms. Her face was white, her eyes fearful and wide as she stared out at the dark masses of hellspawn forming. “It's not worth trying to win this. Get to safety. Lay low. Stay with whoever you’re with now, no exceptions, we don’t have time to argue.Go.”
Chapter 8 - Zephyr
Adalyn kept asking questions as we left the venue quickly and as quietly as we could. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her to the Vespa I had arrived on, parked up outside.
“No,” she answered.
“Get on it, Adalyn.”
“No,” she said again. “I can walk to wherever we’re going.”
“Don’t you understand what’s just happened?” I asked incredulously. For an intelligent woman with all her knowledge of her world and powers, she was dense when it came to her stubbornness against me. “We lost against demons. They’ve just taken over that room. We couldn’t fight back.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means they’re getting stronger,” I answered sharply. “Itmeansyou’re getting on this damn bike, and I’m taking you to where you live so you can pack some belongings, and then we’re going to the villa, so I can do the same.” I glanced around the dark road around us, noting the lack of people around despite it only being ten-thirty. The curfew in town was saving lives tonight.
“Itmeans,” I continued, “That we’re laying low. Disappearing for a while.”
“Us?” she laughed.
“Yes, us.” The admittance came through gritted teeth. The thought of being stuck somewhere with Harper made me want to run far away, but I’d had direct orders. I couldn’t disobey Alex. We knew this plan was in place—if the demons ever got too strong, then we needed to spread out across the island, getsomewhere safe, and take smaller groups down in the units that we lay low in so we could regroup safely and save more lives than we cost by all being together in the same place.
I had envisioned it would be Frazer and me holed up somewhere, the two of us a force against smaller groups of demons. But no. I was stuck with Adalyn Lindell.
“Trust me,” I snarled. “I’m not happy about it, either. So if you want to stay here and take your chance with the demons, by all means.”
She laughed dryly. She tipped her head back at me, her eyes now clearer than they had been before. Her pale face was illuminated by the lights still coming from the venue, and her full lips pressed together, her eyes heavy yet sultry in a way I forced myself not to think about.
She smiled slightly. “I told Alex you’d have no honor.”
My lips pulled back into a sneer. “Don’t talk of things you know nothing about, witch. Your—coven—is one to talk about honor.”
She pressed a finger into my chest, her sharp nail prickling my skin. We had no time for this—I needed to get her safe before Alex tore off my head for risking his mate’s best friend’s life, but there was something so intoxicating about the way she talked to me. I hated it. I needed it. It fed my self-deprecation but fueled my own self-worth at the same time.
