Chapter 23 #2
Bleu’s eyes bulged. “Just because I was in jail, doesn’t mean I was helpless. I was just biding my time.”
The alpha walked closer. Killian held his breath, hoping like hell that Uriel’s barrier spells were enough.
Behind Bleu, Crush shifted into a large gray wolf. His footfalls were silent as he gained on the man. With a roar, Crush leaped onto the alpha, furry paws slamming him against the parking lot asphalt.
Immediately, Bleu turned his gun on Crush, pulling the trigger.
Killian’s stomach clenched. Crush barely jerked away in time. The bullet cut a line across Crush’s scarred face and left a trail of blood.
“That’s too close,” Killian whimpered.
“You won’t hurt him again,” Crush snarled.
Bleu tried to shoot him again. This time, Crush bit into Bleu’s forearm and jerked his head back, ripping muscle into shreds. Bleu screamed.
“How do you like that?” Crush growled, blood dripping from his teeth. “Being a plaything?”
Bleu yanked out a gun with his other hand. Crush bit into his bicep and ripped the muscle off his bone. Bleu screamed again, both arms flopping uselessly.
“I would end you immediately, but that’s too kind for someone like you,” Crush seethed.
Bleu spat at him. “Fucking dog!”
He tried to get his legs under himself. Titan trotted over and bit into Bleu’s thigh, ripping out his hamstring. Bleu tried to kick Titan; Crush bit into Bleu’s neck, his teeth piercing skin. Titan ripped out his other hamstring.
“Thanks,” Crush said to Titan. “You should get your leg checked out.”
Titan’s foreleg was still bleeding.
“Eh,” Titan said. “I’ve had worse.”
“Let him bleed to death,” Bleu hissed. “It’s the only thing he’s good for.”
“And you wonder why no one wants you around.” Crush smacked Bleu’s face into the asphalt, so his nose broke with a crunch. Bleu shouted and struggled uselessly, more blood leaking onto the asphalt.
“Fuck you!” Bleu yelled.
By now, the other wolves had crowded closer, standing in a loose circle around them so Bleu could not escape.
Crush bit into the back of Bleu’s head, ripping off his scalp.
Bleu shrieked. But Crush did not stop there.
He lifted his hind leg, pissing onto Bleu’s face.
“I’d call you my bitch, but I don’t want anything to do with you.
The piss will help wash off your blood though.
You’ll get to have an open casket funeral. ”
Bleu roared and retched.
“Harsh,” Titan said.
“It still isn’t enough to pay for what he did to Killian,” Crush growled. “This is just minutes of pain. Killian suffered for years. And so did other omegas. How many of them died at your hands?”
“I didn’t bother counting. They weren’t worth the effort,” Bleu spat.
Several growls rang out around them. More wolves had shown up by this point, all of them circling around Crush and Bleu. Someone shifted back into a human, tending to Titan’s injured foreleg.
“Don’t spend too long playing,” Killian blurted. “I’ve had enough of him.”
“Yeah,” Crush agreed. “We all have more pleasant things to do.” He shifted back into a man, straddling Bleu from behind.
Bleu struggled like a fish on land. “Someone help!”
“How many omegas have said the same to you?” Crush’s laugh was cold and mirthless. He reached down to grab Bleu’s throat. Then he yanked the man backward, snapping his spine. Bleu screamed. Crush twisted his fingers into Bleu’s hair and slammed his face into the asphalt.
Bone crunched. The screaming stopped.
Killian listened as Bleu’s pulse slowed down to nothing. Only then did he suck in a deep breath, slumping onto the ground.
It was over. Albert Bleu was dead. He would no longer torment Killian and other omegas.
Killian cried a little, losing some time. It wasn’t until he heard a familiar voice that he blinked himself back to the present.
Crush was crouched two steps away, bloodied and naked, concern clear on his face. “—back with me?”
“Huh?” Killian said.
Crush’s shoulders sagged. He leaned forward, smacking into an invisible wall. “Come out of there, sweetheart. Let me hold you.”
When Killian blinked, he found more of the pack around him—Titan and Gavric, their dads and brothers, and even Uriel and Doc.
He felt self-conscious, suddenly, being at the center of attention. “Um. When did everyone get here? Weren’t half of you back at home?”
“A few minutes ago. I’ve called Blade; the police department will be arriving to take our statements. Come out of the barrier, bunny. I want to give you a hug.”
A hug sounded really good. Killian began to move, pausing when he noticed a weight in his hands. The gun he had borrowed from Crush. Pink spellsheets were scattered around him.
“You should’ve seen the fight,” Killian said to Uriel. “We shouted the cock attack names.”
Uriel frowned. “What cock attack names?”
Killian gathered the spell sheets and crawled out of the barrier, letting Crush pull him onto his lap. He was about to give the spells to Uriel, except Crush cupped his face and kissed him deeply.
“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Crush murmured, pressing their foreheads together. “I wasn’t going to let him hurt you again.”
Killian cringed, remembering the fight. “He could’ve killed you! I was so worried!”
“I’m fine, sweetheart. Combat experience, remember? We deal with shitty alphas all the time.”
Killian looked over Crush’s shoulder at Doc and Uriel—part of Crush’s friend group who went out on rescue missions all the time. Then he looked back at Crush, who still had that bullet graze wound on his cheek.
That had been a near miss.
“I don’t want to lose you,” Killian whispered, cupping Crush’s jaw. “Watching you face off with Bleu, I was just... I was scared.”
Crush hugged him tightly. “I promise I’ll do my best to always come back to you. Actually, I might take the backseat now and let other alphas steal the limelight. We have pups on the way.”
Killian’s pulse skipped. “Okay.”
Crush rubbed Killian’s back, dropping kisses all over his face. Then he gave Killian a lingering kiss on the lips, before turning away. “What are the rest of you still doing here?”
Only then did Killian realize that their friends and family were still around; they had watched that entire exchange. He blushed bright red. “Oh, fucksticks! Are they all voyeurs?”
“We just wanted to make sure you’re okay,” Joe said with a smile. “We can’t just walk off without knowing if our future son-in-law is recovering from all that danger.”
Killian spluttered. Son-in-law?! “Um? We just boned... yesterday? Wait. Is ‘bone’ a bad word to use with wolves? Because you’re not dogs, but you’re sort of a wild dog.
But why are there so many different kinds of dogs and only a few kinds of wolves?
Like, I don’t see Dalmatian wolves, or dachshund wolves, or even Chihuahua wolves. Do you mate as—”
Crush pressed his warm palm over Killian’s mouth. “I’m going to stop you right there, before you say something you’ll really regret.”
Killian whimpered, horrified at himself. “Thanks.”
Crush’s family looked really amused, though. It didn’t make sense.
Killian leaned back to free his mouth. “You’re not angry at me for this mess? Bleu and his henchmen attacked your pack!”
Ashton shook his head. “It’s not your fault, pup. Crush told us what was going on. If anything, it’s Bleu’s fault for being such scum. Besides, he’s gone now.”
Titan twitched his arm; there was a thick, bloody bandage wrapped around his bicep. “Well, I might not be able to use my right arm for a while. Might need some help with things.”
Killian hunched his shoulders.
“Guess it’s time for Old Leftie to get a workout, then,” Crush said dryly. “Or maybe you could find someone to—”
Titan turned pink. “Shut up! I don’t need help with that!”
“I have some friends with working hands,” Killian blurted.
“Maybe they could help you with... things? Oh gods, I didn’t mean it like that.
But I kind of do. Maybe you could pay them?
Wait. I don’t even know if they want to be sex workers.
” Killian hid his face in his hands. Who volunteered their friends for jerk off help?
He cast his gaze around wildly for a distraction, and found Uriel.
“Uriel! I was gonna show you the cock spells!”
“Again, what cock spells?” Uriel stepped forward, taking the spell sheets off Killian’s hands. He read the spell descriptions and froze. The mage began to flip through all the spells. “What the hell? When Hansel called me for descriptions, he didn’t say he would write them down like this!”
“You can’t argue that they were effective,” Crush said. “Worked in a pinch.”
Uriel shook his head disbelievingly. “How big does he think a cock is?!”
“Very,” Killian said.
Uriel groaned and handed the spells back. “Keep them. I’m so ashamed.”
“‘Cuz yours is too small?” Bruiser drawled, joining them.
Uriel stiffened immediately. Doc sighed.
“Oh boy,” Crush muttered. “Time to get out of here, everyone.”
“You can’t. You need to stick around for the police statement,” Doc said.
Crush groaned. “Did someone bring me my phone? Can someone get it from my cabin? If we’re going to be stuck here for a while, I’ll need it so I can send some texts.”
“I’ll get it,” Doc said. “I wasn’t here for most of this, anyway.” He jogged off.
Crush’s parents came closer, ruffling Crush’s hair. “I’m glad neither of you were badly hurt,” Joe said warmly. He ruffled Killian’s hair, too. “As soon as you’re free to leave, take a bath. We’ll have a hot meal waiting for you at the pack house.”
“That sounds so good,” Killian moaned.
Joe beamed and turned to Uriel and Bruiser. “You’re welcome to eat with us, too.”
Uriel and Bruiser shot each other distrustful looks. “Thanks, but I really have to go,” Uriel said apologetically. “It’s been nice meeting all of you, though.”
“Thanks for your help with our territory,” Ashton added. “You’re welcome to drop by anytime, Uriel.”
Uriel grinned and waved, turning away. “You’re welcome. I’ll see you around.”
Bruiser glared after the mage, grinding his teeth.
“C’mon,” Crush said, carrying Killian away. “When Doc brings my phone over, I’ll text Zenith.”
Killian perked up. “Really? You’ll ask him to write me a book?”
Crush gave a mysterious smile. “You’ll see.”