Page 35 of A Baby for the Beast
"This might work out in our favor," Gloria says, but when I cut her a look that tells her we're not happy about this leak, she gives me a short nod and stops talking.
I don't care if it helps us out. It's putting my omega back in the spotlight, and she doesn't want to be there.
"We're going home," I say, gathering our things, not that we brought much.
Still, I want to get us out of here before this information spreads any further. I need Hayley back at home where I can keep her safe, where I can hold her and promise her that I'll handle everything.
"Send us over the documentation when you get it finished, and email me the next meeting."
"Will do," Gloria says, shuffling her papers into her briefcase. "I'll find Mr. Ward and his representative and let them know we'll need to reschedule."
I push out of the conference room door, wanting to get Hayley in the elevator before Kyle or his attorney finds out about the video and the article. Of course, our luck isn't that good, and while we're waiting for it, Kyle comes fuming down the hall, face red, hair mussed from where it looks like he's been running his hands through it.
"You fucking bitch!" he screams when he sees us, and that's the absolute worst thing he can do right now.
Remus is out before I can remind him we're not murdering anyone today. He pushes Hayley behind us, his body tense, ready for a fight. Kyle isn't thinking straight, or he's too lost in his anger after seeing the video, seeing himself for what he is. A predator that can't hide behind his online persona anymore. His eyes flash gold, his beast taking hold of his body, and Remus's lips twitch at the promise of a fight.
If he hits me first, it's self-defense, right?
He doesn't get a chance to find out because security officers come out from who knows where. Either our lawyer noticed and called them, or Kyle's lawyer did. Either way, a half dozen alphas who all look like they'd much rather not be between strong beasts, force themselves between us. Two of them are on me, holding me back even though Remus isn't struggling against them at all. Kyle is a whole other story. He's fighting against them, gnashing teeth and loud growls as two of them hold him against the hall wall.
"I will fucking kill you, you stupid bitch! You're ruining my life!" Kyle screams as they haul him further down the hall.
Remus keeps a hand on Hayley, making sure she isn't trying to slip away from us, as he watches Kyle's figure disappearing down the hall, followed by the other four guards. The two on Remus let him go when Kyle disappears. They avert their eyes, tilting their heads, but Remus doesn't pay them any attention.
The elevator dings behind us, and he pushes Hayley into it, not looking away from the hall where Kyle was taken. He threatened our mate, threatened our family, and he's going to pay for it. I don't know how just yet, but he will.
The elevator closes, and once it starts moving down, Remus spins around to face Hayley. She isn't crying, no, our sweet girl is pissed. One hand holding her abdomen in a protective cradle, the other on us, like she feels the need to calm us with her touch. Remus scans over her features, making sure she's okay, before he leans down and sniffs at her neck, right over his bite.
"Yours," Hayley says, strength in her voice that we hate that she has to have.
"Yours," Remus repeats, his hand resting over hers on her abdomen. "Do you trust me?"
Hayley smiles, and even through all of this, through all she's been through today, she's still the bright thing in our life. "Always."
"Good omega," Remus purrs.
Now we need to make sure that we're worthy of that trust.
14
Hayley
"Where are we going?" I ask when I'm almost certain we're not headed to the apartment.
Remus has had control of their body since Kyle was screaming and threatening to kill me, so I figured he'd want to get me to the safety of his apartment as soon as possible, but we passed the turn onto his street and are driving toward the suburbs.
"It's Tuesday," Remus says, his lips twisting into a smile at a joke I don't understand.
I blink at him, long and unimpressed, but he pays me little attention. Instead, he rolls his head, his neck cracking a few times before he finally relents and fills me in on what I'm missing.
"You said you trusted me, omega, and I need you to do that." His fingers grip the steering wheel until his knuckles turn white.
Based on the tension rolling off him, I'm going to guess he's going to do something that's not totally legal tonight, and you know what? That's none of my business.
I lean over to the radio and turn it on, letting the music fill the silence around us. I hum along to some of the songs, my hand finding its way to Remus's lap all on its own and not at all because I'm still thinking about how sexy he looked with his back and arms all flexed while he hid me behind him while Kyle was ranting and raving.
I guess that's one of the benefits of having a mate as strong as Remus. I should've been scared, but I was just turned on. I'm surprised he didn't notice, but then again, he was more concerned with making sure I was safe. I cup between his legs, and Remus finally notices where my hand is. He must really be distracted because he's still soft as I grope at him through his slacks.
