Page 181 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
"Oh?" Max says, his eyes lighting up as he eyes Milo up and down. "You really care for the whore, do you? Interesting, has she worked her magic on you? Shown you the tricks she knows? I mean, I can certainly see the appeal?—"
"I saidshut the fuck up," Milo hisses. His hands are clenched into fists by his sides, and his shoulders shake with unbridled rage.
"I don't think I will," Max huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. He shifts his cutting gaze to me. "That pride of yours that you've seemed to develop in the few months since we've seen each other is such a fascinating development. I wonder where you get the guts to pretend that you haven't spread your legs for money."
"Shut up!" Milo yells. "Don't talk to my mate that way!"
Max stiffens, his eyes going wide with surprise.
"Mate? As in scent match?" A maniacal grin tugs at his lips. "So you're saying that I've fucked my little brother's scent match? Oh, it doesn't get better than this!"
He practically claps his hands with glee as he stalks his way over to us.
My breath stalls in my chest as his familiar scent of damp, rotting leaves fills my lungs.
"Get out of the way," he barks at Milo, his alpha dominance rolling off of him in waves.
Alpha barks normally only work on betas and omegas, but depending on how dominant an alpha is, their barks can also work on weaker alphas. With the confident swagger Max seems to have in his step, he expects Milo to just follow his instructions.
To be completely honest, the moment I feel that cloying, tingling, suffocating feeling of Max's dominance swirling in the air around us and crawling over my skin, I resign myself to whatever fate Max has in store for me.
But Milo surprises me. He surprises both of us.
Every single muscle in his body locks tight to the point that they start to tremble with the strain of fighting the command of the bark, but he remains standing in front of me.
"I don't think you want to do this," Max huffs under his breath, towering over the two of us.
"You're—you're not touching her," Milo grits out, his body frozen.
"If I want to bend her over this balcony and fuck her so my brother can see the kind of omega she really is then I will," Max snarls. "You willmove."
Fear turns my scent sour as I remain frozen behind Milo, my back pressing up against the balcony railing.
"No." It's a single syllable. Such a simple word. But I can feel it in my bones.
Milo won't let this motherfucker touch me. Not while he's still standing.
His body snaps forward and he slams his head into Max's. There's the satisfying crunch of bone before Milo lets out a guttural sort of growl. He practically jumps onto Max like a feral beast, with no fear or reservations despite the fact that Milo is in a drastically different weight class than Max.
"Run!" Milo calls to me before Max lets out a roar of pain.
I stumble sideways in my heels, my heart racing out of my chest.
I have to get out of here. I have to get Milo some help. I need?—
Someone behind me lets out a sickening, unnatural cry of pain. I whirl around and my eyes go wide.
There's blood. So much blood.
Milo is underneath Max, who has his hands wrapped around my mate's neck.
The rest of the world falls away. All I see is that disgusting look of glee on Max's expression. The same look he wore as he choked me, except this time, I actually think he's planning on killing Milo.
I can't fucking let that happen.
Before I know what I'm doing, my feet are moving and I'm grabbing the closest thing I can find.
A potted plant. There's just enough time for me to register that there are pink peonies in the pot before I slam it over Max's head.
