I’ll blast any mother fucker who dares lay a hand on her.
Gunfire explodes. Men pour into the restaurant, shooting us down, and Ted throws himself on top of me.
Someone shoots at his bullet-proof vest, and he winces in pain. That had to hurt.
When will he learn that he isn’t my shield anymore? He is no longer under my employment.
We are kin now.
I guess old habits are hard to break. Ted really is the older brother I always wanted. Once, when I was six, I prayed to God to send me a brother, and I guess he answered my prayers.
He didn’t just give me one brother, though. He gave me three.
I watch beneath the table as Fionn and Hiroshi gun down our enemies, and I’ve never been more grateful to have them by my side.
We continue to hide as the Wolverine men shoot us down. Cliff and Kirk are already dead. It appears Fionn and Hiroshi got to them already. I can’t see them anymore, but when I hear an alpha splutter and drop to the ground, I know it’s Hiroshi. Then when flames go off and I hear an explosion, I know it’s Fionn setting fire to the place.
They have us covered.
Ted drags me up as I keep a tight hold of my Buttercup. She groans in my arms, writhing as the pain of her heat wracks through her body, but it’s okay, I got her.
I will get her home where she is safe and take her pain away.
I meant what I said; I will always keep her safe.
My Buttercup.
Chapter 17
Ravyn
Ablinding,white-hotpainparalyzes me from head to toe as all hell breaks loose, but the only thing I can focus on is the alpha carrying me.
Alpha. That’s all they are to me now, my knight in shining armor; the one to take the pain away.
Another shooting pain tears me inside out. I cry, wishing that I could curl up and die. Fuck. It hurts even more than the first time, and this heat is going to be a killer.
This is the result of all those hormone suppressants, and I doubt Martina’s meddling has not helped either.
The cramps I can just about deal with. It’s the aching, hollow sensation deep inside that I just can’t seem to shake that has me incapacitated.
I need to be filled, ASAP, and that’s why I grip the alpha’s shirt, breathing in his peppermint scent.
He smells fantastic, and I latch on to him, wondering how I ever got through this pain without his strong arms around me.
Another cramp wrings me dry like a wet cloth, and I coil up into a tight ball, praying for some type of release.
The alpha purrs soothingly, and I close my eyes, listening to the sound of his rumbling chest.
“It’s okay, Buttercup. You’re going to be safe. I have you."
Killian. It’s Killian motherfucking Whitefang who whispers sweet nothings into my ear, and who would have thought that a cold, unfeeling asshole like him could ever show compassion.
I’m his property. His little toy that he plays with when he’s bored, yet he acts as if he cares about my well-being.
Well, I am in excruciating pain right now.
I focus on his scent and his purring chest, and sleep engulfs me like a tidal wave.