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She smacked straight into a broad chest the moment she stepped through the doorway. Her sudden inhale brought her a stronger whiff of alpha before her bottom impacting the ground drove the breath right back out of her. Stifling a grunt of pain, she barely paused before sweeping her leg to bring the alpha down with her.

Hands grabbed her arms from behind, lifting her to her feet. There was motion at the corner of her eye, but she didn’t have time to focus on it as she sent her heel into the nose of the alpha she’d brought down before ducking out of the hold on her arms. The one who’d grabbed her was left holding nothing but the oversized shirt she’d stolen, his expression darkening as he tossed it aside and stepped toward her.

He didn’t get to take more than the single step before dark hands appeared on each side of his face. His head gave a sharp jerk to the side before the body dropped like a stone, and Flea was left facing the one male she wasn’t sure she should be happy to see.

“Finally decided to show up? A little help would have been nice, but I’ve already done all the work.”

Gra’ar grunted, turning to look back into the warehouse as the noise increased, but she could see the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. When she glanced around she realized he’d taken out two other alphas who must have been guarding the door, and she hated to admit she probably wouldn’t have made it out if he hadn’t.

“Go. We need to lose them.”

She didn’t think twice about his gruff order. She was already out of breath, the burns trying to catch her attention, but she knew she wasn’t safe yet. Deacon would chase her across however many levels it took to get her back, especially after setting fire to his supplies. She was making him look bad.

Gra’ar’s brow raised as she started chuckling, but he didn’t say a word, only placing a hand in the center of her back and urging her forward. Taking the hint, Flea broke into a run as she tried to think of the best place to hide until things died down a bit.

Casting a glance back at her wannabe rescuer, her eyes slid over the top edge of his wings, the spark of an idea catching hold. It was a terrible idea if the last time was anything to go by, but it was the best she could come up with on the run as footsteps and yells followed behind them. Apparently the fire wasn’t enough to distract Deacon from pursuit.

“How’s your wing?” she called as they turned behind a building and slipped into an alley.

Golden eyes swung to hers before focusing ahead of them again.

“Fine.”

His grunted answer wasn’t what she needed, but they didn’t really have time to slow and discuss their options. Pointing the way toward the nearest opening to the next level, she had to hope her idea was going to work, because the sound of pounding footsteps getting closer warned they were in trouble.

“I hope it’s better than fine, otherwise this is going to hurt.”

They turned between two more buildings, the alley leading to yawning blackness directly ahead. She shot Gra’ar a grin as she barreled toward it, not bothering to slow or look for another option.

“Flea, no!”

Gra’ar made a grab for her arm but she dodged him, pouring every once of speed into her legs.

This was it. This would let them escape, or it would bring the end she’d been wishing for not long before. Either way, she wouldn’t end up in Deacon’s hands.

“Catch me, alpha,” she taunted.

Turning at the last second, she launched herself backwards into the empty space between the sidewalks, eyes locked on Gra’ar as his wings spread and he jumped after her.

Chapter Twenty

Gra’ar

Psychotic. Fucking. Omega.

He snarled as he wrapped his arms around her lithe body, squeezing her to him even as her arms and legs wrapped around him. Despite the situation, it felt right, and he couldn’t stop himself from tucking his nose into her neck and drawing in a deep breath.

Things had turned so fast his head was reeling, but he needed to focus on keeping them alive through another landing.

Then he could punish the suicidal little thing in his arms.

He continued to growl as he peeled open his eyes and assessed the area below them. There was no way his wings could take the strain of flying with both of their weight at the speed they were moving, especially after a dislocation, but he could guide them and slow their decent. The area they’d fallen through didn’t have tall buildings like the last time which gave him more time to adjust.

He spread his wings a little wider, ignoring the ache as the muscles strained against the pull. They weren’t in a steep dive like when Flea had fallen over the edge, which helped slow their fall and gave him the chance to guide them away from the area they’d gone through. If Deacon decided to come down and check, he didn’t want to be anywhere near the place they’d be assumed to have landed.

Looking for the best place to end their controlled fall, preferably somewhere not too hard since it really was still a fall, he did his best to ignore the warm body in his arms. Flea had her nose tucked to the hollow of his throat, fingers tangled in his hair with her legs locked around his waist, the scent of her blooming heat leaving him with a raging boner despite the circumstances.

His growl deepened as his hands tightened. One gripped her bottom, the firm flesh beneath her pants resisting his finger’s attempt to dig into her as he felt the bumps of her ribs under the others. Her returning snarl and the feel of her teeth scraping his collarbone had his wings almost collapsing midair as all his blood rushed to throb through his erection.

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