Five soldiers appeared in the surrounding area, and O put those thoughts aside, opting to do what he did best.
Allow instincts to take over.
“At least if I do go out, I’ll be having a good time.” He grinned and took out three soldiers at once before diving for cover.
Chapter 18:
At exactly one hundred and twenty seconds, Fenrir hit the yellow button.
For a split second, nothing happened, but then there was a crackle and a zap, and he looked up in time to see a surge fire from a hidden blaster embedded in a nearby tree trunk. Others soon followed, zipping across the air, snapping branches and sending bark flying. They’d been carefully positioned so they could travel as far as possible before hitting a tree, green beams crisscrossing, illuminating the area in neon and smoke.
He gave up counting them after he passed a dozen, keeping low to the ground even though he was supposedly in the safe zone.
What about Oberon?
Was the alpha safe?
A sick feeling tightened his insides, and Fen bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from springing up and going to look for him. There was a reason he’d been ordered to stay, so he’d stay.
But that didn’t stop the doubts from haunting him.
What if the Wardrobe had gotten to Oberon first? What if they’d already taken him down or severely injured him?
What if Fenrir had killed him himself by pressing the button?
The only way to break a claim was if one of the pair died, yet there wasn’t a single part of him that wanted that outcome. Even if he’d only just discovered their new bond, and logic told him he hadn’t been given the chance to properly process all that it meant, Fen was positive that he didn’t want the alpha dead.
Hisalpha dead.
His.
Oberon King hadn’t even been his for that long. Not counting all the time Fenrir had been trapped in influx and delirious, he’d only been his alpha for just shy of two hours.
He’d belonged somewhere forless than two hours,and Michelle was already trying to destroy that for him.
A frustrated noise tore from his lips, but he remained crouched, eyes scanning the area as beams of light continued to flick about. The lasers were aimed anywhere from waist to eye level, probably to ensure targets of all sizes would be eliminated.
The White Frost was seriously no joke. Who even thought of turning the woods in their backyard into a massive death trap? What possible reason could they even have for that sort of thing? It wasn’t like they were attacked often, and certainly not at this scale. How much of this bullshit had Oberon endured in the past?
Could Fenrir convince him to ditch the mafia?
…Probably not.
Damn.
“Why’d he have to be White Frost?” he grumbled, then corrected, “Why’d he have to be so attractive? Stupid sexy alpha, with his stupid sexy smell, and his stupid sexy bank account.”
Because, no, Fen wasn’t above falling for the guy’s money. Security was one of the most appealing things about the alpha. The cons were obvious. White Frost. Arrogant. Shitty sense of humor.
But the pros…
The pros were even harder to ignore.
Didn’t mean he was prepared to roll over andbehavelike the alpha wanted. Not that easily. Fen had more self-respect than that. He knew his value, even if Michelle and the rest of them were too blind to see it.
A Shout-Omega hybrid?
He was worth his weight in gold.