Page 153 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
Viper keeps up his relentless attack as the feral Alpha struggles to defend from us both.
It’s not enough to put him down. He’s too powerful, and too far gone.
His body is already healing the deep slashes from my knives, and he’s struggling to pull me from his shoulders.
My grip falters, and I cling to his back and stab at the pink line where the wound on his gut healed.
A weak spot.
Healing the same place twice takes longer and we need to slow him down so we can get a clean shot at his head. Blood gushes down his legs in a thick stream of crimson, soaking the ground below him.
Knox grabs one of the beast’s flailing fists, places it on its stomach and drives his knife into it, trapping his hand. I do the same with his right.
Viper kicks the back of his knees, and they buckle underneath him until he’s kneeling. The feral Alpha looks dazed as he stares down at his hands on his belly with confusion until Knox grasps a fistful of his hair and holds his head upright.
“Now, Shade! Take the fucking shot!” Knox shouts.
I hear a quiet, steady intake of breath, and then the familiar crack of Viper’s sniper rifle.
A spray of blood mists over us.
Enemy neutralized.
Knox releases the Blood Lust Alpha, and he slumps forward and falls to the forest floor.
I squat to take in deep, ragged breaths, and run a hand over my nose. Fucker has already healed in the wrong position. I suck in a breath and snap it, setting it back into place before spitting out a mouthful of blood. My nose has always been a bleeder.
I grin up the hill to where I know Shade is watching us through his scope, and shoot him a bloodied grin.
Knox presses his fingers against the body’s neck before nodding in confirmation. Dead.
“Fuck yeah!” I tilt my head back and howl like a madman, adrenaline pulsing through me.
“Target neutralized. Returning to camp. Over,” Knox grumbles into the radio, stretching his neck and wincing.
“Roger that, boss man.” I mock-salute our fearless leader.
He turns to me with an exasperated sigh. “Blaze? Cut down those hanging dudes before they wake up.”
Oh yeah. I’d forgotten about my little marionettes. That was fun.
Knox kicks over the dead Alpha to rip our knives from his hands and stomach. He hands me mine and I wipe thecoagulating blood off onto my trousers before sheathing it on my belt.
My nose tingles as it heals and I give it an experimental inhale of air, only to be hit with the dizzying scent of Omega in heat.
Rut-damn. Halley’s heat might’ve broken, but it still smells like breedable Omega on this mountain.
I also smell the lingering scent of the scattered Alphas rambling through in the area, still posing a threat to our Omega.
Viper stands and stares up the hill, his head cocked as he strains to listen. “Shade hasn’t responded.”
Knox’s brow furrows, raising the radio.
“How copy, Shade?” he asks the military short-hand for checking in.
The radio crackles.
I mentally count to three before anxiously rolling my shoulders.
