Page 38 of Omega's Reign

I pull the gun from the glove compartment and unbuckle my seatbelt, trying my best not to give away anything if Hector’s focused on me. “I see it.”

“I want you to get out as soon as I pass. I will distract Hector. When you get the chance, I want you to run. Trust no one. I will find you.” Andrew lightly steps on the throttle, navigating slowly toward the other vehicle.

I don’t argue with Andrew and instead do as he says, counting the seconds until I pass the alcove. I shove open the door and slam it, ducking into the small hiding place. The second I do, Andrew shoves the car into reverse and stomps the throttle, sending it hurdling backward. Hector fires his gun, trying his best to stop Andrew. Jumping out of the way, Hector smashes himself to the wall, narrowly missing getting pulverized by the vehicle.

I take my chance and aim my gun, firing at the vehicle blocking the alleyway exit. The driver is far too focused on Andrew that he doesn’t see me, and I shoot him through the open window. I never thought I would be the one with so much blood on my hands. My brothers were always the ones dealing with this shit. But this is what I have to do. I knew better than to believe that I could take a position of power without any issues.

And I need to take care of this one quickly and quietly. The last thing I need is for the Pack Regime leaders to find out.

The man behind the wheel groans and tries to pull out of his seatbelt. I should end his life immediately, but I can’t keep dealing with unexpected surprises. The longer Hector is at large, the longer it will take for me to relax.

I run around the hood and to the driver’s side, yanking the door open. I aim my gun at the man’s head, pressing the barrel hard to his temple.

“Give me the location of the Righteous Waters Pack,” I demand, grinding my teeth with my anger.

The man doesn’t respond, clutching the side of his neck. Blood pours through his fingers, the gunshot wound most likely fatal. He won’t be able to tell me either. This is pointless.

“I’ll show you their location.” A hand grabs my shoulder before I have a chance to spin around. Fingers lock through my hair, yanking tightly against my scalp.

I catch the reflection of the alpha in the shiny paint of the car. “Let me go,” I growl, forcing my weight to the ground. I refuse to make it easy for him.

“Don’t fight. You don’t want me to hurt you, do you?” he asks, keeping his voice low.

My mind whirls. I’m not one to bow. I will not submit.

I’d rather go down swinging.

But if I do, I’m taking this alpha with me.

18

Never Bow

Holly

Always target the soft spots.

Wilder’s words swirl through my mind as I strategize the best way to break free of this man’s hold. I need to shift my body weight in a way that he can’t control. If his focus is on keeping me restrained, it’ll open him up for my attack. And I’ll attack hard.

Shoving me forward, he smashes my chest against the backdoor of the vehicle. I take the chance and charge backward, using the car as leverage. He’s trying to pull the driver out so he can get in with me. If he manages, I might not escape. I’ll face more injury. He obviously doesn’t want to kill me. He’d rather torment me for the rest of my life.

“You fucking bitch,” he growls, tightening his fingers through my hair even more.

Instead of grabbing at him, I clench my teeth and drop to my knees, feeling the pain of some of my hair ripping free from my scalp. He doesn’t expect my move, and it knocks him off balance enough that I can push his leg. The man stumbles, dragging me with him, and I close the space and wrap my arms around one of his legs and lock my legs around his other one, pinning him in place. He can’t move without falling. I look up at him as he bares his teeth, his face distorting with his anger. He releases my hair and tries to snatch at me, but I rock my body. He can’t keep his balance any longer and falls back on the concrete. I scramble away instead of trying to fight him, and I crawl toward my gun now lying next to the car.

The man rushes me, but I’m faster. I swivel and shoot without hesitation. The bullet flies past him, hitting the window of a building. It’s hard to get a good aim from my position. I shoot again, this time sinking the bullet in his thigh, missing my target by a few inches. I should aim for his stomach or chest, but the sadistic part of me wants to ensure that he suffers.

Hollering, he dodges out of my way and around the car, climbing into the passenger seat. He’s a coward just as I suspected. He will only fight when he knows he has the power. But I’m in control now.

The driver’s side door flings open, and the body of the other man falls to the ground next to me. It’s enough to get me moving. I rush to my feet, wanting nothing more than to stop this man from running. I want him to know what it’s like to be chased. To feel as if he’s powerless. Because he is. I have taken power, and I will never give it back.

I grab the wheel with one hand and press the barrel of my gun to his head with the other. “Tell me where you’re staying. I’ll make your death quick if you do.”

The guy stills, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breathing.

“Fuck you,” he growls. “Hector will get you. You can pretend to be an alpha bitch all you want, but it doesn’t change who you really are.”

I tense and pull the trigger, wanting to just end him. It clicks but nothing happens. The gun’s out of bullets and I don’t have another clip. The man realizes my mistake, and he tries to grab my hand. I swing and jam my thumb into his eye, feeling the soft wetness of his socket swallow my thumb.

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