Page 70 of Hunting Their Omega

Jo’s merciless glare pierced my soul, dissecting my every thought, and I kept an expression of terror on my face.

“Please,” I whimpered with my eyes downcast, playing the part of a submissive female.

A tense silence hung in the air as they wavered between doubt and conviction. The hazard of a ruined bloodline gave them pause.

“There’s too much at stake,” Jo finally muttered, uncertainty clouding his features. “Let’s just keep her until the birth.”

I sagged with relief, even as dread rendered me speechless. I had bought myself some time but still needed to cut and run for my sake and my child’s. I had to get out of there before they changed their minds.

The men moved to the far side of the room, their whispers so low I couldn’t make out what they were saying. While they were distracted, I reached for the bond again. Something close to hope fluttered in my chest when I felt it stabilize. The thread, though still frail, strengthened with each passing second.Whatever they’d done was wearing off. I just had to hold on until I could call my mates.

Where . . . are we?

Captured,I told my wolf.Rest now. I’m going to need you soon.

There was silence and then a surge of energy as the barrier between me and my wolf crumbled, and I felt her sharp intake of breath in my mind.

We are—

I know. And they do too, I replied, keeping my words short.

She growled and poured strength into my tired limbs, the knowledge of our pup’s existence fueling her.

My captors shuffled about the cabin, throwing their things into leather satchels.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Home,” Jo said, sweeping the breath from my lungs.

“I—I don’t think I’m strong enough to walk yet.”

Really? We can’t walk?My wolf did her best impression of an eye roll.

Do you have anything better to say?

The burly one snorted, sounding like a disgruntled pig. “Then I’ll carry you. How do you think you got here?”

My stomach revolted at the thought of his meaty hands on my skin.

“Easy, Lenny. We wouldn’t want to scare the little thing,” the skeletal one said with faux kindness.

Lenny’s responding laugh was patronizing and insular.

I reached through my bond, sending a wave of panic down the newly forged threads. It pulsed, glowing brighter, and I sent out another call as I was dragged to my feet.

Jo’s grip was like steel, cutting off the circulation in my arms, but I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of crying out.

“On second thought, I can manage,” I spat, yanking away from him and stumbling into Lenny’s hard chest of

He grabbed my bound hands and shoved me toward the front door. “You’d better keep up,” he warned.

Something bright flashed at the edge of my vision, sunlight glinting off metal.

A knife.

Hope crackled in my chest.

I struggled, making a show of the tight restraints around me. “Ugh, can’t you take these off? They’re hurting me.”

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