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“We need to get the pack and get out so we can go and have a heat.”

“Okay,” Bailey says and then stomps away from me and opens the door.

On the other side is an alpha who charges him. Bailey pulls his arm back and then delivers a punch that sends the alpha into a crumpled unconscious lump on the ground.

I snort. “Overkill?”

“No, not even close. I’ve got a few bones to pick with these thugs.”

“We can’t go the way I came in. We need to find the other way down. There has to be one. It’s where all his fighters come from.”

Bailey glances at me, and when he turns left, I follow.

I feel better having him back with me.

But I won’t be fully happy until Pack Dread is in my sights.

Chapter thirty-five

Bailey

This is insane. Sheis insane.

She came here, of all places, in the middle of her heat to rescue us! This is crazy. I’m going to kill everyone who even looks at her.

Her scent hits me, sizzling hot and so strong, I’m not sure how she’s not rubbing against the nearest hard object.

When I went through my heat, I was lost. I just jumped the alphas.

She’s acting like it’s not even affecting her at all.

I run along the corridor and find a door with a small window. When I look through, I can see a set of stairs going down. But as soon as I turn the door handle, I realise the door is locked. She ducks in front of me, crouches down, and starts shoving lock picking pins into the lock.

What even?

“Where did those come from?”

“My bra.”

My eyebrows shoot up. Well, then.

But before I can really think, she’s got it unlocked and has stepped back from the door. I glance at her, and she simply shrugs and brushes a loose lock of that blue hair away from her face.

“Come on,” I growl, but, in my mind, there is only one thought:get them out, get her out. Get the pack safe.

Oh, my god, she’s so hot in that dress, and there’s so much skinexposed.

Focus.

She laughs lightly, and I flick her another incredulous glare over my shoulder.

“I’m just happy that I found you. And I hope you realise how dead you are when we get home.”

Well, how can I be mad at that? “Let’s get the guys and get out before I have to fight everyone in here.”

She flutters her lashes at me, and, for a second, I think she might truly be enjoying herself. But, in the next second, I know she is. Selene was born an omega, but she was put into the life of a fighter and took on the role of protector. She’s a born omega but a made alpha.

Why would she be scared? Why the hell would she think she couldn’t handle a situation like this?