Annie Nicholas - Omegas In Love

A massive beast dropped in front of them from the three-story container stack above them, landing next to Chen. Her heart jumped in her throat and choked her scream. She glanced at Tyler’s back, his presence steady and secure. He’d never desert her.

Chen waited until her gaze met his. “You can’t run.”

Her eyes went wide and she held onto the rail with a death grip.

He laughed.

They’d been caught. Now what? Slavery for her and death for Tyler.

Without warning her, Tyler shifted with painful speed. His clothes tore at the seams, exploding from his body, and fluttered to the deck. As the last of his bones snapped into place, his red furred beast stepped between her and Chen.

She stroked her hand over his back and stayed by his side. The ladder was just below her, she only needed to swing her legs over the rail, but she couldn’t abandon him. If he fought, so would she. They’d been separated only a day, but it had been an eternity in her mind.

He glanced over his shoulder at her, his wolf eyes a brilliant green in the moonlight. It could be the last time they’d be together.

She pulled his face close, resting her forehead on his for a brief second.

A roar echoed over the dock and Tyler fell away from her grasp.

The guard had tackled him and they were airborne.

A dull gong rung in the air as Tyler’s head impacted the deck.

Katrina cringed. Reaching for her beast by instinct, she found nothing responded to her call. Useless. She wouldn’t go down without a fight. She turned her back on Tyler and faced her personal nightmare.

Chen’s dark stare never left hers while he changed to beast form. He shifted quick and easy. The midnight fur of his wolf was sleek and smooth, but his gaze held sharp edges.

Her chest seized as her body froze in place. She understood how prey felt. Flicking her gaze toward Tyler, she watched the guard pin her love to the deck.

Passing her, Chen approached her mate and aimed his claws for Tyler’s chest.

A scream tore from her throat. It seared her soul. She couldn’t let them hurt him. It was all her fault. She should be the one to suffer.

The shifters all turned toward her.

She pointed at Chen. “You’ll never have me.” Spinning around, she ran like the devil chased her. In way, he did. Pounding the deck in her bare feet, Katrina raced back to the narrow space she and Tyler had hidden in. The hot breath of Chen’s beast brushed her shoulders. She dived.

Pain shot through her chest. Cracked ribs protested and she couldn’t take in air. Sliding across the wet deck on her stomach, she watched Chen fly over her head and slam into the cargo. She rolled and scrambled until she spotted the hiding space. Her gaze traveled down the deck.

The winch.

Her stomach clenched. Could she make it before Chen caught her? Without another second of hesitation, Katrina passed her original destination and sprinted for the rope winch instead. Each breath caused a sharp stab in her chest. On weak knees, she leaned against the machine and twisted her head.

Chen was not far away.

She fumbled the switch on and it whined in protest. The rope went taut, the cargo containers above groaned, then metal squealed on metal before the top steel container dropped to the deck.

Katrina bounced with the impact. She fell to her knees, staring as the huge metal box balance on its side. It stood like a tower where Chen had been a second before. With a metallic creak, the cargo container toppled over the edge of the ship, crashing onto the dock.

That should catch the local authority’s attention. She peeked around the winch at where Chen had been. A crushed mass of flesh smeared across the deck.

Her stomach rolled and she blinked at the mess. She’d done it. Running her hand over her face, she leaned against the winch, then shut it off. Was he really dead? She couldn’t pull her eyes from the remains of his body. A spark of hope ignited.

She was free.

“You bastard.” She whispered. “I killed you. Me, your pedigreed dog.” A high pitched yelp carried from further away on the ship and snapped her back to reality.

Tyler.

She tried to jog, but her injuries wouldn’t let her. The adrenaline had faded and left in its wake a wave of agony. No matter her injuries, she needed to see Tyler with her own eyes. Without her mate, life wasn’t worth living.

Tyler had tracked her down. After all her secrets, her geeky, clown of a soulmate truly loved her like no one ever had. She didn’t deserve him.

Another howl cracked the night.

Hustling, she returned to the area where she’d left him. Blood splattered the deck. Her heart jack hammered. She should have stayed. He could be dead and she’d never told him how much–she never told him anything.

Her beast awoke inside of her in a tidal wave of animosity. It submerged her and they melded. Rejoicing at its return, Katrina gave it control and shifted in exquisite anguish as it exploded from her flesh.

Tyler needed her. She could almost taste his desperation. Tilting her head back, she let loose a howl, waiting for a response.

It came, weak and short, as if he didn’t have the breath to waste.

Dashing over the deck on all fours, she found them not far away.

The impact of their battle had moved some of the metal cargo containers, creating a dead end. Slashing at his body with his claw, the guard had Tyler pinned.

Katrina’s world condensed into that small space. The drip, drip, drip of Tyler’s blood was the only thing she could hear. Launching her body off the ground, she landed on a guard’s massive back and dug her claws into his flesh until her fingertips met his skin.

The guard reared back, exposing his throat.

With a heavy arm, Tyler swung and sliced his assailant’s neck.

The beast collapsed under her weight in a heap, but she only had eyes for her mate. He stumbled as he moved toward her, his fur matted with blood. Before he could reach her, Tyler’s legs buckled.

She rushed over and sniffed at his wounds, licking those bleeding too much.

He rubbed his muzzle against hers before slumping against to the floor and shifting to his human form. “Chen?”

Regretting her beast’s retreat, Katrina changed as well. “He’s dead.” She paused while assessing his injuries to kiss his forehead. “Your winch trick worked.”

He grinned and closed his eyes. “I knew it would.”

“Of course, you are Chicago’s Rude Goldberg machine building champion.”

“Rube.” He cleared his throat. “Rube Goldberg.”

She hid her grin. She needed to keep him conscious until help arrived. The cuts she could find appeared superficial, but his skin was slick with blood. She remembered long ago when they’d been attacked in their first apartment by the old Ayumu pack. Tyler had rescued her then. He’d hovered over her after she’d been hurt, taking care of all her needs. This time it was her turn.

She shoved her shoulder under his arm. “Lean on me.” They needed to get off this ship before anyone noticed them. She didn’t know how many from Chen’s pack came with him, but they’d return home without an alpha. With no heir to follow him, it would take decades for the packs to sort their territories in China. She’d be forgotten.

Arm in arm, he and Katrina walked to the ladder. The distance sound of sirens grew louder. He stared at the cargo container crushed on the docks. “Wow.” Then at the smear Chen had left on the deck. “That’s a mess.” He glanced down at the ladder and sighed. “Who gets to carry who down?” He smiled at his mate, who grimaced.

She was hurt. He could tell by the tightness around her eyes and the way she breathed. “Let me go down first, Katrina. That way if you fall I can break it.”