Page 9 of Omega's Reign

Everything happened so fast. Isaiah grabs me and lifts me off my feet, carrying me toward the hallway. The window shatters as the imposter smashes through, breaking out of Andrew’s reach.

An alarm rings through the air, signaling the palace to once again go on lockdown.

“Where’s your panic room? I will escort you there,” Andrew says, gripping the desk lamp to use as a weapon.

Tears burn my eyes. I can’t focus. It feels as if I can’t breathe. That man—that imposter—was part of the Righteous Waters Pack. He was one of the alphas my father had arranged for me. He was imprisoned and now he’s somehow free.

And he’s after me. I know it. He wants revenge.

5

Revenge

Jordan

“The intruder landed on the southside. He’s making a run for it through the garden.” Wesley’s voice rumbles through my earpiece.

“I’ll get the fucker,” I growl, gripping my gun in one hand as I bolt from the sliding glass door of a guest room and across the patio.

I’m getting really fucking irritated that these assholes keep managing to bypass every damn security measure we put in place. How this alpha managed it? He had to have killed someone. He had all the right identification and looks that matched his profile. Everything checked out, which infuriates me. I knew that I should’ve had one of the Gilded Sands princes double-check for me, but Holly needed someone immediately. I thought I would be enough.

“He’s going to jump the wall,” Wesley says, his voice growing louder.

I don’t respond, charging even faster, my heart racing and my muscles flexing with each thud of my boots. This guy can’t get away. If he gets away, others will find out. They’ll keep testing us and keep trying to steal away our power. I can’t let that happen. Not because of my pack and what we want. But because of Holly. She deserves the strongest pack and protectors to help her with Platinum Shores.

We all underestimated the difficulty we would face taking charge. I have never had to be as ruthless as I am now on Holly’s pack, and I really have to get my shit together. For her.

“You’re catching up. He’s about fifty feet east, looking for something to prop against the wall. I don’t know what he was expecting. I don’t think he has a weapon. He hasn’t brought anything out.” Just because he hasn’t unveiled a weapon means nothing. I’m not going to trust him regardless.

“On it,” I say, slowing down, taking to the row of trees for cover. I’m not here to just capture this fucker. I’m here to make sure he doesn’t get the chance to scare Holly again. To get even within reach of her. I’m here to set an example.

My boots crunch over the dry mulch and I wince, slowing down even more, getting my gun in position. I hold it up with two hands and use it to focus my search of the rich, green grounds in front of me.

A soft groan hums through the air, and I pad my feet closer, listening to what sounds like someone straining.

I spot the intruder dropping a large cinderblock against the wall.

Without calling out or giving a warning, I pull my trigger and shoot. He ducks at the same time to adjust the cinderblock, causing me to miss, my bullet penetrating our border wall. Scrambling away, the guy uses the block as a shield, protecting his torso.

I pull the trigger again, missing his head by inches. He runs awkwardly, using the trees to his advantage.

Now, he’s making a fool out of me.

“If you surrender, I won’t kill you. If you don’t, I will catch you and make it hurt,” I call, my voice loud and grumbly with rage. The fact that he’s here at all and continues to evade me really damages my confidence. If I was an alpha, I’d have him already. He’d be dead. Holly wouldn’t need an extra bodyguard. Our pack would be unstoppable.

“Last chance!” I yell, darting around a tree to follow the perimeter wall. He might be a fast bastard, but he’s loud as hell, which makes it easier tracking him. Our ten-foot walls aren’t easy to jump over, and if I keep stalking him in this direction, he’ll end up at the cliffs overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The only way out from there is down, and no one can survive such a jump with the jutting rocks below.

The intruder doesn’t respond, making it his mission to piss me off. He must have a death wish or he’s smart enough to realize I’m lying through my teeth. There’s no way I’ll let him get out of here alive. I’m done taking prisoners. Treason against my pack can have no other punishment besides the end of a life.

“Beckett is heading toward the cliffs. If you can’t take him out, Beckett will. So you better hurry your ass up. Holly wants a hero.” Wesley growls with the words, but his anger isn’t directed at me. It’s directed at the asshole running away like a coward.

“You’re wrong. Holly doesn’t want to hero. She wants someone to cuddle. She wants blanket forts. Orgasms.”

“A big fat knot.”

I glower even though he can’t see me. “There are other ways to satisfy our girl.” Because neither of us are alphas.

“Then you better get this fucker.”

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