Sold To The Three Alphas Who Hate Me

Lucien

With a moan, she closed her eyes, and her head fell to the side. Guilt was a part of Kieran’s personality now. It lurked in our bonds and had become a fixture, but it seared through me stronger than ever as I stared down at the omega.

“What the fuck is happening?” Conrad shouted at me. Even through the bond, he sounded out of breath.

My reply—that I had no idea what was happening—was terse as I stared at the omega. Kieran wasn’t moving fast enough. Every fiber of my being needed to help, so I put Betty down gently.

“Sit here, Betty.” When I was sure that she wouldn’t toddle off, I stripped my shirt to pieces and began trying to pack them into the omega’s wounds.

Blood stained my fingers as it continued to leak from her, and I started to shake. Three stabs. Had they hit any vital organs? Was I only buying her a few seconds before she died in my arms?

She wouldn’t be the first.

I’d caught Lana before she even hit the ground. The gun fell to the grass—so goddamn harmless once it wasn’t in someone’s hands—but the damage had been done. Dead wolves littered the ground around us, and Lana...

She was our omega. She was supposed to heal us. How the fuck had she become so twisted? How the hell had we not seen it?

“Lucien, you’re growling through the bond,” Conrad said. “What’s going on? Are you all right?”

I ignored him. I wasn’t all right. None of us were, even though we’d done our damndest to pretend. Kieran locked himself in his room and stared at his security monitors as if he could somehow use them to look back at the past and see where it all went wrong.

Conrad barely spent any time in the hotel. He patrolled and patrolled and went off on his fact-finding missions. I could scarcely fucking relax whenever I wasn’t near Betty. Hell, I could barely relax when she was near—our only beta. And now there was an innocent dying, and I wasn’t sure I could save her.

Silently, I worked on the next stab wound as her scent wrapped around me. My wolf howled inside of me. Save the omega. Find the threat. Eliminate it. Protect the omega. She was a slip of a thing. All skin and bones, the white dress she wore turning more and more red by the minute. How much more blood could she lose?

I hated the voice lurking in the background. Was she innocent? Was there a reason someone had tried to kill her?

Had she betrayed someone, too?

What if I couldn’t save her? How many more dead omegas would it take before my wolf went insane?

“Last wound,” I said tersely to Kieran as I tried to stave off the desperation and focus. “Get the car. If you want Conrad back, you better call him now.”

My alpha was torn. I knew he wanted Conrad to catch who had done this. We all did, but he also didn’t want to leave us alone. In his eyes, we were just as vulnerable as his dead pack members had been.

“Returning,” Conrad broadcasted, and I heard the growl of frustration. He hadn’t caught the would-be killer.

The omega stirred again, and her eyes fluttered open. She held my gaze for just a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Her scent wrapped around me and clung for dear life. Defenseless. Innocent. No one had been here to protect her. My wolf howled in fury.

But I didn’t dare let it out. Instead, I watched Kieran as he jogged back. Wordlessly, he bent down to lift her, and I heard the smallest of whimpers come from him. It wasn’t her weight—I’d seen Kieran bench press four hundred pounds without breaking a sweat.

This was something else entirely, but he was actively stemming the tide through our bonds and not letting us in.

Darkness always lurked inside him, and I had a bad feeling that today, this omega had ripped it wide open.