Page 30 of Knot my Alphas

The couch offers me some protection but barely. Bullets tear through the leather and stuffing, hitting the wall behind me. I lie flat against the floor to avoid being shot and stay there until the gunfire stops.

Breathing hard, I continue lying on the floor.

The deathly silence that has fallen after the gunfire allows me to hear the cautious approach of two men. My finger wraps around the trigger of my gun as I wait for the right moment to attack back.

I shoot the moment the two men peer over the edge of the damaged couch. Jumping from my position, I run toward the reception desk while the rest of the infiltrators shoot at me.

“Get him!” one of the strangers barks.

The wide desk space offers me better protection as I shoot at the men. There’s no way I can allow them to leave this room because Iris and the other recuperating patients are inside the wards just beyond the reception area.

My mind is hyper-alert as I alternate between ducking and shooting, taking down as many of them as I can. My heart pounds in my chest as both fear and adrenaline flow through my veins.

My alpha instincts are fired up, allowing me to keep fighting. I’m the only one who can protect the nurses and the patients who’re hiding in the inner hallways. Iris is among them as well. There’s no way I can let these bastards take me down.

Two of them come at me while I’m busy shooting at their companions. Forced to abandon my gun, I fight the two attackers who’ve dared to breach my spot.

Their strengths fail against mine. Grabbing their necks in each of my hands, I squeeze until they both pass out from lack of oxygen.

Breathing hard, I look around me. Most of the attackers are either writhing on the floor or are sprawled at awkward angles.

Kneeling beside the closest unmoving man, I check his clothes. The Black Widow’s mark is conspicuously sewn onto his shirt’s sleeve.

How could they have known where I was?

Grabbing my phone, I dial a number that connects me to our pack’s dispatch unit.

“Commander Jacob speaking,” a male voice answers my call.

“This is Captain Raiden Solveig,” I reply in a grim tone. “Send me a fully armed patrol unit at Lawson Clinic on Denver Street.”

“Right now, Captain?” the man asks in a hesitant tone. “They’re already being dispatched to Solveig estate at the moment.”

“I need a single unit, not all of them. They need to come to the location I just mentioned,” I say, forcing dominance in my command. “Send a clean-up crew as well as an investigative unit. Make sure they’re not connected to Lieutenant Colonel Nox Callahan in any way.”

“Let me make a note of the name, Sir.”

While I wait, I notice a shadow approaching me from behind. Turning around, I grab the man who’d crept up on me but I fail to dodge his knife that slides along my stomach.

The sharp blade cuts through fabric and skin like butter.

Fuck!I curse as I’m forced to cut the call and fight the bastard who thinks it’s wise to go against an alpha male on his own.

When the assailant is down, I pocket my phone and grab my gun.

“Is...is everything okay here?” A low, hesitant female voice sounds from a far corner.

Looking up, I see the same woman who’d appeared earlier.

“It’s not safe to come out,” I tell her. “Please tell your staff to stay inside until help arrives. I will keep guard until they arrive.”

“But, Sir...” She slowly approaches me, keeping her hands up in front of her. I hate the fear clouding her eyes. She has no reason to be scared of me. I’m here to protect her and everyone else here.

“You’re hurt,” she says in a soft voice.

I look down at the stinging spot on the side of my torso. A large crimson patch has appeared on my shirt. Lightly touching the area, I feel warm blood seeping out of the wound.

“I’ll be fine,” I tell her.

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