Chapter Six #2
“I’m taking him to Chase Walker. Maybe he can stop this becoming a bloodbath.
” Because if he didn’t get Lucky to an alpha mate who would handle his heat without leaving the omega with mental and physical scars, Ford might kill everyone in the next room just for putting such a sweet, innocent omega through this shit show.
Scout stepped in front of him to open the door. “I’ll cause a distraction.” He slipped out and shut the door, leaving them alone, which was the last thing Ford wanted.
The omega in his arms felt like a lead weight on Ford’s heart, never mind his biceps. He glanced at his watch while Lucky cried, frustrated that it took Scout nearly seven minutes to come back, hovering in the open doorway.
“It’s unreal out there. I can’t explain it, but…
Lincoln’s gone into heat,” he said, though those words didn’t make sense.
Alphas couldn’t go into heat—it was physically impossible.
“The boys are going ape. They say they can’t scent anything but Lincoln, like, he’s an omega in heat.
It’s making them keep their distance, because none of them want to fuck him from sheer desperation.
” He laughed, like he could hardly believe their luck.
“There’s a clear path to the rear exit.”
Ford looked at Lucky, mind churning with the unlikely events that had brought them this far—the misfiring gun, the distraction, and a clear exit. “Did you sacrifice a couple of alphas to Omha?”
Lucky snorted and leaned into his shoulder. “I wish. I would have started with Lincoln.”
Ford barked a laugh, stunned but delighted by the reply. “Glad you can still think clearly.” He doubted it would be that way for much longer, but Ford could only pray that Omha was taking care of this particular omega tonight, because his ordeal was far from over.
* * * *
Scout stayed behind to take care of the crew, arranging for someone to pick Lincoln up and remove him from the building before things got hairy. With twenty horny alphas, the scent of an omega in heat, and whatever had happened to Lincoln, Scout had a tough night ahead.
Ford had a feeling they’d used up all their luck by escaping that building unscathed, but he prayed it lasted long enough to get them to Chase Walker. “You doing okay back there?” He glanced at Lucky in the rear-view mirror, where he lay on the back seat, clutching his stomach, moaning in pain.
“Club Madin.”
Ford worried he was burning a fever. That could happen on a first heat, though it was rare. It would be just his bad luck for that to happen while he was driving.
Lucky brushed hair from his face, where it had come out of his plait. “I was supposed to meet my friends, and Chase, at Club Madin at eight o’clock.”
Ford glanced at the clock on the dashboard and swore.
It was almost nine. “Scout gave you something to knock you out before you left campus,” he said, and Lucky frowned, clearly unaware of that.
“Scout don’t trust any of those shitheads.
He needed to keep you safe, but didn’t want you squirming around and escaping while he was driving. ”
Scout had needed the time to call Ford, to get everything set up, and to get a handle on his overexcited crew. They’d just never expected it to end this way.
Ford ignored the cars that honked their horns at his erratic driving when he swerved left.
He didn’t give a shit about traffic—he needed to reach the club before Chase left or got too drunk to do what needed to be done.
Thankfully, they were currently an hour from campus but only twenty minutes from Club Madin.
If Chase had been held up on campus, or at a Student Advisor meeting, they’d never have made it in time.
After an excruciatingly slow journey, Ford stopped outside Club Madin, got out of the truck and opened the back door to check on Lucky. He was sweating and clinging to the leather seats with biting fingers, but his eyes were clear.
“I’ll only be a few minutes. I’ll arrest him, if I need to.”
Lucky snorted, dropping his forehead to the seat. “Just don’t kill him.”
Ford shut the door, using the electronic locking system to make sure nobody could bother Lucky.
All the ORT trucks were built with an internal air system to prevent scents from leaking out once the locks were engaged, which meant he could safely leave Lucky without the risk of his heat drawing in any passing, unsuspecting alpha.
He grabbed the chain around his neck and removed the badge from under his T-shirt to flash to the approaching bouncer. “I have a medical emergency. Do not let anyone near my truck.”
The bouncer nodded his compliance and took up a stance by the back door, looking so intimidating that Ford doubted anyone would even sniff in the direction of the truck.
Ford walked into the club, hating the chaotic clash of noise, movement and visual stimulation. He soon found Caroline on the dance floor―the instantly recognisable omega daughter of a famous model―and wove through the crowd. As luck had it, she was dancing with one of Chase Walker’s friends.
Ford raised his badge and tapped the alpha’s shoulder. “Agent Ford King, ORT. I need to find Chase Walker.”