Page 8 of The Alpha: Part Two
Chapter eight
Desie
I couldn’t hear the crunch of Ben’s nose when it broke, but I felt it. Ben falls to the mat just as the bright red blood starts pouring down his face, falling face down unconscious. I watch in horrified silence as Michael crawls to Ben’s limp body and pulls it into his lap. He begins weeping and I weep with him. When three other men come into the ring to pull Ben away from him I watch the humanity leave his face and the rage-filled mask of a feral alpha take its place.
I’ve seen enraged alphas before, not up close; but I’ve seen what they look like and the damage they can do to other people and themselves. Those men are going to have to kill Michael to get Ben away from him.
And they’re going to. Sudden clarity clears my mind of every emotion but fear.
“No!” I cry. “Michael! Don’t! Calm down!” It doesn’t matter. He isn’t hearing anything right now.
One of the men grabs Ben’s arm and the other two pounce on Michael. They’re prying them apart. They’re using their fists and knees to beat Michael into submission, but he won’t stop.
I lean around Lopez to get Flores to look at me. He’s smiling, enjoying the show. “Please!” I beg. I don’t care. I’ll beg for Michael and Ben. “Please! Make them stop!”
He turns his gleaming eyes on me and it makes me want to gag. He wants this. He wanted this to happen. He planned for it, all of it.
I clutch Lopez’s arm and look up at him. He is not enjoying this. I remember what he said before we left. He was outvoted. I grip his arm even tighter. “Please. Please don’t let them. Please. I’ll be good. I’ll do anything. Just make them stop.”
The crowd starts really screaming and I look down into the ring to see even more men surrounding Michael. They’ve made a circle around him and Ben. It makes no sense, Ben is unconscious, but they’re still kicking him. Michael is doing his best to cover Ben’s body, but there are so many people hurting them.
“Please!” I scream at anyone who might listen.
“Isn’t this enough?” Lopez asks Flores.
Flores smiles down at the ring. “Not quite.”
He’s not going to stop them. He’s going to watch those men beat Michael and Ben to death with a smile on his face.
No.
My vision blurs on the edges as an almost peaceful feeling flows through me. If Flores won’t stop this, I will. One way or another. I keep hold of Lopez’s arm for balance as I slip my feet out of my shoes. Then I step up onto the lowest bar on the railing.
I feel Lopez’s hands pulling at my arm, and James pulling at my skirt, but they aren’t strong enough to stop me from climbing up to the next bar.
“Desir’ee,” Flores says, his voice full of alpha command.
I ignore him. I’m going down to my boys.
I start to lift my knee over the top rail and then everything sort of turns white. I can’t really hear anything anymore and I can’t actually see much past the filmy gray haze that started to cloud my vision when I took my shoes off.
Eventually, I can feel that I’m moving. Someone is carrying me. It’s probably Michael. He’d want to get me away from this awful place as fast as he could.
As more awareness filters in, I get sick when I realize it isn’t Michael carrying me. It’s Lopez. I feel the bile churning in my stomach, but it won’t come up. I try to scream, but I can’t form the words. I can’t make a sound, not so much as a whimper. I can’t move. More and more unwelcome awareness bombards me and I can feel how listless my body is as Lopez cradles me against him.
Slowly, their words start making sense.
“I told you not to do this,” Lopez growls.
“And I told you to shut the fuck up. She’s fine.”
“She is not fine. It was too much for her, you knew it would be. You knew what would happen, Ernesto. We’re just lucky she wasn’t too far gone.”
“Nonsense,” Flores says, “she can’t fight an alpha command. I was only making sure she knew we were her only option. And I was giving the boys one last chance to see each other. It never occurred to me that she might try to climb over the rail. Or that you and James might be unable to stop her from doing it. She’s just an omega, for fuck sake.”
“Enraged omegas can be far more dangerous than any alpha, Ernesto. You know that. I told you not to do this.”
“Just get her to the car,” Flores barks. “They took the boys back to their boxes. We’ll just tell her they’re dead. Then we can move on from all this and you can start having your babies and all the other useless fuckery you used to go on about.”
