Page 130 of Pack Rivals, Part One

Pushing Angel away from me, I stagger upright. Sweat pours down my face, my cheek bone throbs and I can taste blood in my mouth. I swipe away liquid from my eyes and peer into the barrel of a gun. At the other end stands the omega's cousin.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asks, gaze flicking between me and Angel and my omega.

"She's going into heat," I say.

"Bea?" she asks.

The omega clutches her belly and nods, great fat teardrops rolling down her cheeks.

Crap. Crap, crap, crap.

"I need to take her somewhere safe," I say.

"Like hell you do," Angel snaps. "I'm taking her with me."

Courtney's eyes flick around nervously, taking in the dazed appearance of her cousin and the disheveled state of me and Angel.

"Now, hang on here a minute, what exactly does Bea want to do? Bea?"

Bea bites down hard on her lip, muffling a moan and shaking her head.

She's clearly in pain, something I could ease so easily with the flick of my tongue or the play of my fingers.

I want to touch her so badly.

But I also want to pound this asshole hovering at my shoulder to the far side of the moon.

My instincts are breaking me in half.

"She needs a pack," I tell her cousin, "alphas to help her through her heat." My words elicit a little cry from her lips, and slick glides down her legs.

Slick I want to feast on.

"She needs my pack. Don't you, baby?" Angel calls out, "You want me to fetch Silver and Hardy?"

"You need to get away," the cousin says, brandishing the shotgun. "She can't think straight with you two bozos around."

I don't like the insult but I let it slide. After all, she did find us scrabbling about in the dirt, ignoring our omega's pleas.

"She can't have her heat alone," I tell the cousin, trying to remain calm, when all I want to do is snap that gun in half and bury my head between my omega's thighs.

"It would be suicide," Angel adds.

From the corner of my eye, I can see how every one of his muscles twitch. He's as driven as I am to lay his hands on the little quivering omega.

"I need to talk to my cousin," Courtney says, "without you lot around. Let me find out what she wants and then I'll be in t–"

"No," I say, spinning on my heels. "You talk to her. You'll discover what she wants is my pack and by then I'll be back with the others to take care of our omega."

"She's not going to choose you, shithead." Angel cackles and I'm tempted to swing at him all over again.

Instead, I grit my teeth so hard I'm sure I split a molar and dive into my car. Angel's right on my heel, riding right up my asshole all away along the track. When we reach the freeway, we both floor it, weaving our way in and out of traffic, nipping and cutting and swerving in front of each other and not giving a shit about the blaring horns and the angry gestures.

I'm grabbing my pack and we're heading back to the omega. She's going to make her choice, and Angel and his pack are going to be going home with their tails between their legs while we fuck our omega for three days straight.

I taste her scent on my lips, suck on it hard.

I can't fucking wait.

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