Page 16 of The Beta: Part One

They share a snicker.

“You’re not killing anybody, little girl. Be good and stay out of our way, and we’ll give you a nice treat when we’re done with that omega,” one of them taunts.

One of them lunges for me and I yank him into my body, using his momentum to smash his face into the entertainment center. Then it’s all a blur of movement. I take a few hits and cuts, thankfully no shots, and pray that Jasper stays in his room. There are four left standing after the first flurry of violence, and I yell when one of them moves to get to the security room door.

He sneers and hisses, “Hurry up and deal with her while I get the omega,” and he keeps going for the door. Idiot.

Another rush of movement has me smashed to the wall, catching a knee in my stomach. I’ve taken at least one nasty hit to the face, I can feel my eye swelling. And I can feel my adrenaline waning.

One of them jerks open the security room door and growls. He comes stalking toward me and wraps his hand around my throat, “Where is he?”

I spit at him.

He slams me against the wall, making the back of my head bounce against the plaster, “Where is he? Don’t make me ask again.”

I take a dizzy breath and spit at him again, spraying blood on his face, earning myself another knee to the ribs. I’m gasping for breath when Jasper comes rushing out of the hallway.

I’m screaming NO! while he’s firing at the assholes like he isn’t worried about hitting me. Maybe he isn’t worried. Based on some of the conversations we’ve had about various training drills, and the few times he’s worked out with me; as well as living with a COT team, I shouldn’t be surprised at his form.

He hits the one holding me smashed to the wall, but it’s too late.

The other three are diving for him, and in a blink he’s buried under bodies. I leap onto the top of the pile and manage to drag one off. I stick my last knife into his neck, pushing until I feel something crunch.

The other two are pulling Jasper to his feet and he’s kicking and cursing, giving them complete hell. Omega’s aren’t usually trained to really fight or attack, they’re trained in evasive maneuvers that will give them the opportunity to escape, and Jasper is doing plenty of that on top of some of the more aggressive moves that I’m fluent in; but they’re holding him too tightly for anything he’s doing to get him free.

I feel like I’m moving in slow motion. I can’t get to him quick enough and they’re almost to the door. Suddenly there are headlights shining in the windows and I know Devon and the rest are here, but I don’t relax.

I use the time it takes these dicks to realize their deaths just pulled into the driveway to jump onto the back of the one on the right side of Jasper, using our combined body weight to pull him off balance and onto the floor, straddling his chest and smashing my fist into his face. I can feel his hands on my neck, on my chest, in my hair, and I can feel him kicking his legs out trying to get leverage, but I just keep driving my fist into his face, over and over, until he stops moving.

I vaguely register the violence happening around me when Devon and Kaleb quite literally rip the last guy’s head off his shoulders. The next thing I notice are the quiet murmurings coming from the living room.

I walk into a destroyed room scattered with bodies, but I don’t really see any of them. I only have eyes for Jasper. He’s standing at the edge of the room near the hallway that leads to his room with Devon on one side and Kaleb on the other.

Trent and Nathan are checking the bodies and talking, but I can’t seem to understand what they’re saying. I don’t actually understand anything any of them are saying. And once Jasper’s wide, green eyes lock onto mine I don’t see any of them either, only him.

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