Page 13 of These Bonds that Unite Us
Lex
I fucking told them this wasn’t a good idea. Dromir and the rest of these upper-tier assholes haven’t been watching Omen’s health rapidly decline over the past few weeks. They don’t recognize the resignation in her eyes. I do. And I warned them sending her in to face her father when she can barely climb down the stairs from the safe house loft wouldn’t end the way they hoped.
But they don’t care what I have to say. Omen agreed and that’s what matters to them.
I should have called Donovan the second we got back to New York. There’s no way he would have let her go through with this. Not in the state she’s in. He would’ve put a stop to this ridiculous plan and focused on keeping her alive.
My feet carry me back and forth across the back of the van where Dromir and the video technician are at the front, watching the live stream from the body cam. They’re annoyed with me. Frustrated by my pissy attitude.
They can fuck off. I’m rightfully worried about a situation they’re choosing to ignore.
Omen’s jackass father sends her flying across the floor, and I barely manage to hold myself back from rushing to extract her. He finally admits his real plan, earning a cheer from Dromir.
So lost in celebrating his success he doesn’t see Omen shutting down. I throw the van doors open, ignoring their orders to stop. There is no way in hell I’m letting this omega give up now.
Keeping my steps light, I avoid all of the Pastor’s men posted outside. Dromir’s crew can take care of them. My only concern is getting Omen out of here.
The wooden church doors splinter when my boot connects with the wood below the handles. I step inside, angling my back to the door frame so I can see anyone else who tries to enter through the front doors.
The sight awaiting me inside has my stomach rolling. Doctor Harrison, founder of one of the biggest pharmaceutical brands in the country, has Omen strapped to a surgical table. Her shirt is ripped open and a blood-soaked scalpel is held in his hand. A growl radiates up my chest, startling the doctor enough to make him jump. “Drop it,” I bark.
This asshole fucking laughs.
“Your alpha commands won’t work here, demon.” My attention turns to the Pastor when he speaks. His voice filled with the same egotistical tone he used on Omen.
I can hear his men putting up a fight outside, but I know Dromir’s men will have them covered. I shuffle forward, my gunaimed at the Doctor’s head. One step out of line and I’ll put an end to him before he can harm another hair on her body.
Footsteps pound toward me. I tense until I see Dromir and Maximiliam Porter, the head of the Federal Criminal Detection Agency, jogging toward us. Porter and the FCDA are the ones with the legal power to charge Grant Montgomery and the doctor. They can act within the judicial system in a way the DAU cannot.
“Grant Montgomery put your hands behind your head and step away from the omega,” Porter barks.
I shake my head. “They weren’t lying. They figured out a way to render our barks ineffective.” Porter and Dromir both nod, hard glints in their eyes as they focus on the Pastor.
With the two of them here to watch Montgomery and Harrison, I turn my attention to Omen. My lungs seize when my eyes find her blood-soaked neck. They’ve sliced her skin open at the back of her jaw, right where her scent gland is. The slow, uneven motion of her chest rising and falling is alarming, but what builds panic in my chest is the distant, lifeless look in her eyes.
Something crashes into the largest window, sending shards of glass flying everywhere. Fire explodes against one of the pews, easily igniting the aged wood. The chaos distracts Porter and Dromir long enough the doctor turns and flees into the back of the building.
“Fuck,” Dromir grunts, running after him.
“Go with him,” Porter commands. “I’ve got Montgomery.”
The Pastor starts laughing, drawing our attention back to him. He’s staring down at his daughter with a sinister smile stretched across his face. My eyes flick down to Omen, the air in my lungs seizing when I find her chest unmoving.
Ignoring the order from Porter I dive toward Montgomery. It’s easy to knock him aside when he’s half my size. I climb ontothe table with her, my hands interlocked and pressed to her chest. The world around me blurs as I work to keep her heart pumping until one of the EMTs or a doctor arrives to take over.
“Don’t you dare give up, Omen,” I growl between compressions. “I won’t let you break my mate’s heart by leaving her this way. Fight, dammit! For your sister, your niece, your friends. Show those assholes you don’t need them to survive!Fucking fight!”
CHAPTER SIX
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Beep. Light blinds me as I try to open my eyes.Beep. White walls and wooden cabinets swim in my teary vision.Beep. Pain crashes through my body in harsh waves. I try to curl in on myself but a sharp pain in the back of my hand stops me. An IV line leads to a pole with several bags attached. The annoying beeping sound filling my ears is a heart monitor.
Watching the little green line tick up and fall back down, I fight through the film wrapped around my memories. Why am I in the hospital?
Turning to the other side of the room I nearly jump out of the bed when I find Donovan glaring from a seat beside me. The older alpha looks haggard. His clothes are rumpled and dark facial hair lines his jaw.
When he notices I’m awake he hits the call button on the side of my bed. His arms re-cross over his chest, a move relaying his disappointment in me, but I can’t remember what I would have done to upset him.
