Page 26 of Omega's Reign

“Don’t talk to an alpha like that, you bastard beta.” Hector snarls with the words. He shakes out his hand, his knuckles bloody, but it doesn’t compare to Jordan’s bruised face.

Jordan scowls at Hector, but he keeps his mouth shut.

“There are only two ways this will go. You will give me restitution for the loss of my brother, and you’ll bow and give me your pack name, so I can take back what is mine, or you can close your eyes and die.” Hector aims the gun at Beckett. “Your omega is mine. All of them are mine. Make your choice. I will get what I want regardless.”

Andrew flares his nostrils, spreading his arms wider with the net.

“I’m not dying,” Beckett says, keeping his back straight.

Hector turns the gun toward Jordan. “Good. A brother for a brother.”

It’s as if the world stops. I can’t breathe. I can’t think. All I can do is watch as Hector slides his finger over the trigger.

I smash my finger to my own trigger, firing the weapon I stole from the dead man. The bullet hits the deck, missing Hector by a foot. I wasn’t focused enough. My hands are far too shaky.

And now it has drawn attention to me.

Andrew flings the net, sending it cascading over the deck and onto the guys. Jordan takes advantage of the distraction and rams his shoulders into Hector’s gut, sending him toppling over.

Swinging his legs over the railing, Andrew jumps the twelve feet from above and lands on top of another alpha. He stabs him through the back of the neck, killing him immediately.

All I can do is stand and watch the fight unfold, aiming my gun but not shooting. I can’t tell who is who, the arms flailing, the bodies rolling. The fists flying.

I’ve never seen so much blood in my life. I can’t tell who it comes from or if it’s fatal. And then I spot Hector cutting his way out of the net.

“He’s getting away!” I shout, pointing at the alpha, grabbing Andrew’s attention.

But I can’t get to the man in time. Hector passes something over the side of the boat and dives into the water. A few others follow his lead, choosing to flee, knowing that if they continue to fight, they’ll die. Even though my pack is split up, with Andrew by their sides, Beckett and Jordan manage to overpower Righteous Waters. They manage to work together quickly and efficiently as if it were meant to be.

A small motor steals my attention, and I rush to the side of the boat and peer down, watching as an inflatable motorboat comes to life. I can’t let Hector get away. If he gets away, I won’t have time to strategize. He’ll come back even harder. More vile. And who knows what would happen.

I aim my gun, steadying my hands. I can’t be shaky. Not now.

Hector meets my gaze and smiles, yanking a body in front of him. He pulls off a bag from Bonnie’s head, the omega who betrayed me screaming out. I spot two other women in the getaway boat and wonder where the rest of them are. They might still be on board. These assholes decided to take what they could and leave. Now I’m afraid for these women’s fates.

I redirect my aim and shoot at the motor, hoping to blow it up. It pelts off the metal box and disappears into the night. I adjust my target, pulling the trigger, but nothing happens. The clip is empty.

Hector steers the motorboat, driving it away, leaving me on the fishing boat. I stare at the burning yacht, wondering what the hell my life has come to.

How will we recover from this? How will we explain it?

I pray that the Pack Regimes don’t turn against us and consider me unfit for this territory. I’ll lose everything.

I might even lose myself.

12

A Pack’s Strength

Holly

“Relax, my queen. You’ve been through a lot. It’s okay to take a breath.” Jordan kneels on the floor in front of me, resting his hands on my knees.

“Not until we have those omegas back. I can’t just sit around and wait.” I fall back to the bed, sprawling out and staring at the ceiling.

“We will do everything we can as quickly as we can. Beckett has put in a call to an ally in Calico Proper. They’re going to check the security from the region’s prison.” Wesley stands in the doorway to Jordan’s suite, and I spot Isaiah behind him. I don’t have to see Andrew to know he keeps out of the way, guarding the hallway. I can smell him from here, his scent stronger than my loving betas.

“Where is Beckett?” I ask, resting on my elbows.

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