Page 31 of Knot my Alphas

“But—”

“Please, go back inside. It’s not safe to be out here.”

The woman looks uncomfortable but obeys me and heads back into the inner hallway and shuts the door behind her.

I continue watching the men that lie before me. Each of them is as toxic as a venomous spider. They’ve come with the intent to kill and won’t give up until their last breath.

I freeze up when I hear the sound of approaching boots coming from outside the reception area. Grabbing my gun, I position myself behind the desk and wait.

A heavy exhale escapes me when I notice Solveig Pack’s mark on the jackets of the men who’ve entered the lobby. They look around, taking note of the damaged reception area as well as the fallen men littering the floor.

“Captain Raiden,” the leader calls out to me as I walk toward him and his men. His gaze roves all over me before focusing on the wound near my gut. “What happened to you?”

“I was attacked by the Black Widow,” I say in a deep, grim tone. “They managed to follow me here as well.”

Four men with forensic supplies have already stepped out and are approaching the fallen men.

“Be careful!” I warn them. “They could still be alive.”

“We have a live one right here!” a younger soldier says.

“Disarm them before arresting them,” I command. “We need them alive to gather information about their organization.”

“Yes, Sir!”

I look toward the sergeant who’s leading the men. “Secure this floor as well as the entire building. Check every person that’s entering the premises.”

“Yes, Sir!”

Glancing toward a corner, I notice the nurse I’d seen earlier standing there with some of her colleagues. They’re watching the scene unfolding before them with anxious looks on their faces.

I hate bringing danger to their lives. Leaving the men to do their job, I move toward the nurses.

“It’s okay,” I say in a gentle, reassuring tone. “You’ll be safe now.”

“What about you, Mr. Solveig?” the familiar nurse asks.

A closer look at the metal tag on her shirt tells me her name. “I’m fine, Sheila,” I say, attempting a smile.

A frown crosses her face. “No, you’re not.” Glancing toward a shorter woman, she commands. “Halley, get me the first aid box.”

“Really, I’m fine.”

“You’re bleeding!” Sheila snaps. “I know your mate is recuperating in there. How can you allow yourself to catch an infection or something worse? You’re the only one who can protect her. You should be more responsible for her sake.”

A sliver of shame creeps up inside me.

I relent as the older nurse approaches me and gestures toward a couch in the corner. Sitting down, I pull up my shirt and take a close look at the damage.

“This isn’t life threatening but it’s still quite deep,” Sheila mutters as she prods the wound with an antiseptic-soaked cotton ball. “You can still easily catch an infection from it.”

“Sorry,” I mumble.

Sheila is almost done bandaging my wound when several men start yelping. We both look toward the guys who were conducting preliminary investigations on the corpses littering the lobby area.

“What’s happening?” I ask in a loud voice and move toward them.

“Captain...I...I...” A young man stutters as he stares at me with a horrified expression. “I don’t know what’s happening to them.”

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