Page 47 of Knot Shattered
Odette’s voice, quiet but clear, echoed through the speakers. “That’s…that’s one of them.”
The silence tightened painfully as the violence exploded. We watched, fists clenched, as Fallon threw herself recklessly at the massive alpha, heard her furious shriek echo through the speakers: “I am so fucking done with this!”
Despite the seriousness of the situation, I couldn’t suppress a proud snort of amusement. Beside me, Haze chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “I love that tiny psycho. She’s like an attack chihuahua.”
Voss paced like a caged animal, muttering under his breath, wild-eyed. “I can’t—I can’t fucking do this again. How the fuck did this happen again?”
Jace laid a steady hand on his shoulder, his eyes hard but his voice carefully neutral. “We’ll find them, Voss. We’ll get them back.”
Fox moved slowly through the debris, stepping carefully over broken porcelain and shattered wood, his expression thoughtful as he surveyed the damage. He paused, head tilted, looking down at the body again before a faint smirk twisted his mouth. “I wonder which omega did this particular masterpiece?”
Jex glanced up sharply, brows arching in dark amusement. “Judging by the floral bat, I’d put money on Violet.”
“That’s a safe bet,” Dare drawled dryly, shaking his head. “Our omega has flair.”
Romano, who had been furiously working away on his tablet since we’d arrived, finally looked up sharply. His voice cut through the tense silence like a blade. “Guys, I’ve got the security footage from the attack. I’m putting it up now.”
Instantly, every alpha crowded closer to the massive TV screen mounted on the wall. My pulse quickened as I watched Romano bring up the footage. The room fell deathly silent as the video played, filling with grainy but clear images of our omegas lounging peacefully just moments before everything shattered.
Then came the sudden, violent entry of the six men. I felt Ravik’s deadly quiet presence behind me, his fury radiating in silent waves. Micha stood motionless beside me, face carved from granite, dark eyes locked on the screen.
Odette’s voice, quiet but clear, echoed through the speakers. “That’s…that’s one of them.”
The silence tightened painfully as the violence exploded. We watched, fists clenched, as Fallon threw herself recklessly at the massive alpha, heard her furious shriek echo through the speakers: “I am so fucking done with this!”
Despite the seriousness of the situation, I couldn’t suppress a proud snort of amusement. Beside me, Haze chuckled darkly, shaking his head. “I love that tiny psycho. She’s like an attack chihuahua.”
Voss growls at Haze.
Haze throws his hands up. “Not like that! I have my own omega to love!”
Violet emerged on-screen wielding the infamous bat, and for a brief moment, everyone seemed to hold their breath. Then came her ruthless swing, the metal weapon connecting with a bone-chilling crack, and the large man dropping lifelessly to the floor.
“Holy shit,” Jex murmured in startled admiration. “That’s my girl.”
“Damn,” Micha said quietly, eyebrows raised in grudging respect. “Remind me never to piss her off.”
Romano made a quiet, appreciative noise in his throat. “Honestly, I’m impressed. Brutal efficiency wrapped in floral engraving. Poetic.”
Then Odette’s face filled the screen, fierce and defiant, the fire of anger and determination blazing in her eyes as she fought savagely against her attacker, throwing anything within reach. My chest swelled fiercely with pride and pain as I watched her fight—so much strength hidden inside her delicate frame.
“Good girl, Odette,” Ravik whispered softly, his voice edged in deadly steel. “Never stop fighting.”
A moment later, a punch connected brutally with Odette’s jaw, knocking her out. My hands curled into tight fists, nails biting deeply into my palms.
Rage filled the room again, thick and suffocating.
The video ended abruptly, plunging us back into stark silence. We stood frozen, breathing ragged, hearts hammering in tandem, until Micha finally broke the quiet, voice low and deadly. “They underestimated them. The girls made them work for every inch.”
“Fucking right they did,” Kingston growled, his green eyes blazing with savage fury. “We’re going to finish what they started.”
Ravik stepped forward, his voice dark and dangerous. “We hunt them down. No more surveillance, no more subtlety. Blood for blood.”
Voss straightened suddenly, something in his eyes shifting to something darker, more deadly. “We get our omegas back. Whatever it takes.”
Haze’s voice dripped with cold, unhinged amusement. “I’m not stopping until every single one of these fuckers is dead or begging for death.”
A low rumble of agreement filled the room, a promise made silently among alphas who’d been pushed too far. We’d stood on the edge too many times. This time, there was no going back.
