Page 63 of Claimed Omega

My skin crawled with electricity as I realized the severity of the situation.

We were in the final test, the ultimate decision to determine the winner of the Pack Rite. It was a brutal, savage battle, and whoever was left standing between Axel and me would survive.

I didn’t give a fuck about their Pack Rite… only surviving. But with it came a surge of pride for Trinity, who’d pulled the trigger on her father. It must have been a difficult move for her, and I knew it would have taken everything in her to do it. The act would help her find closure from all the torture and abuse he’d brought into her life. I wished I could have laughed in his face as he died.

With Axel in my peripheral vision and the guard in front of me coming back for another round, I threw myself at him to get him out of my face. A kick to the shins brought him down, and I went in hard, hurling fists at his face, until he fell flat on his back, unmoving, blood everywhere, but I didn’t care. I pivoted toward Axel, needing him dead.

Movement all around me had me dizzy at first at what I was looking at. Viper and Aspen were under four men while Trinity and Frannie were being tugged across the floor by their hair, crying out.

And Axel had Daniel by the throat as he thrust a blade into his gut.

Terror slammed into me like a storm. Daniel’s eyes widened in shock, fear paling his face as he caught sight of me. My blood ran cold as my hands curled into fists. My lover, the man I tried so hard to keep at bay and safe, ended up at the hands of the fuckers I swore to destroy.

“Daniel,” I called out, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions as he collapsed to the floor. Sweat ran down my spine, and hot tears sprang to my eyes.

My heart died at that moment.

A cruel grin painted on Axel’s face as he turned to me.

Savagery tore through me, hot lava pulsing behind my gaze. I couldn’t think straight as I hurled myself on pure instinct at Axel, anger making me foam at the mouth. I struck him with a swift uppercut, sending him sprawling backward.

He’d taken everything from me. My soul bled to watch Daniel writhing on the floor, clutching his stomach.

I was engulfed by a violent frenzy.

Axel came at me, fists raised, but I dodged the first attack, countering him with a solid kick to his gut, knocking the wind out of him and causing him to drop his knife. Barely catching my breath, I pitched myself at him, both of us hitting the stone floor. I went berserk, slamming everything I had into him, not feeling his strikes.

But he managed to roll over and snatch his dropped blade then swiped it at my face. I reared back but not quick enough as the sharp edge bit into the flesh across my cheek. The warm trickle of blood was all I felt, no pain, only the adrenaline coursing through my veins.

I snatched his wrist, wrestling the blade out of his hand, both of us rolling across the floor with him like two maniacs. Next thing I knew, I was straddling him, but he was now gripping the pistol he’d grabbed from his belt, shoving it into my face.

“I knew you’d die eventually, asshole,” he sneered, shoving the barrel between my eyes. “Just didn’t think it would take this long.”

There was no panic inside me, just the ferocious wrath. Grabbing his wrist with all my strength, I shoved the gun away just as it went off, shooting into the ceiling. The deafening bang ringing in my ear, without thought, I head-butted him, my brow smashing into his face. The sharp ache ricocheted across my skull, hammering like a drum, but I shoved myself off him and kicked the gun out of his grasp. Then planted several more kicks into his ribs because he’d suffer first.

Blood rolled down my face from where I must have split my forehead, but nothing would stop me.

Strong arms snatched mine, wrenching me backward suddenly, but unimaginable strength filled me. Kicking back, I thrust and yanked myself free from the two guards. Aspen and Viper were there, beaten and bleeding, but they leapt at the guards, never giving up.

Axel, the fucking weasel, staggered to his feet and was making his way toward the elders, saying something in Italian, his hands in the air, and making his way to where I’d kicked his gun.

“Protect the girls,” I bellowed to my men.

I leapt after the prick who’d been alive for way too long. With his back to me, I didn’t even think about it. Grabbing hold of his head, with all my strength behind my move, I abruptly twisted it to the side. The snap of neck bones was distinct.

He fell like a sack of bones in front of the elders, crying out and only inches from his gun.

I snatched up the gun, then kicked the bastard to roll onto his back, pointing the barrel down at his chest. His eyes were wide and startled.

“I will be the last thing you will ever see. You lost everything, you fucker, and now I’m going to destroy everything you’ve created.”

His mouth opened to speak, but I shot him.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

I emptied the bullets into him, making sure there was no chance of this filth ever returning. Then I tossed the gun aside. The other guards were all on the floor, unmoving or groaning, defeated.

Not giving a fuck about the elders, I darted to Daniel’s side, my body screaming in pain, but I pushed past it, fueled by my love. I dropped to my knees at his side. Blood soaked through his shirt, staining the fabric in a deep crimson, and my gut clenched—there was so much blood. My heart splintered into hundreds of pieces, the jagged edges tearing at my insides.

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