Page 94 of Ondine: Vol. 2

“Stop!”

And, like a good boy, Boone stops.

Beautiful.

He’s facing the door, so I let him listen as I trash the rest of his office. I tip his desk over. I break the legs off his table. I turn out the drawers of his filing cabinet.

“Answer me, Boone. Did you intend on taking Ondine for yourself?”

“Yes,” he says soberly.

“And when Freddie bonded her, what was your plan then?”

“I’d position myself to be the bridge between Freddie and the Meier Pack. Setting myself up as new pack lead.”

If he bonded Freddie and Jake, he might have pulled that off. A bridge is an important role in a pack, and is often the role ofthe pack lead, unless they aren’t strong enough, then the bridge fails and the packs divide.

“Ok, well, that’s not happening. Ondine wants us. Exactly how we are. And she doesn’t want you. Most importantly, she doesn’t want you touching Sebastian. Ever. Anymore.”

With a sneer, Boone says, “And are you going to touch Sebastian?”

I roll my eyes and kick the wall, leaving a little hole. “I am pretty happy with Jake and her. She’s actually really possessive over Sabbies. Which I find adorable. Who doesn’t love a possessive omega?”

He doesn’t believe me. But he should. I like that Ondine is making these decisions on how our pack functions. It makes me feel safe. Omegas are ultimately the ones who decide, anyway. And she isn’t asking for anything that would be hurtful or wrong for us. Sebastian will flourish under her possessiveness. Jake and I need each other. Arnie is her favorite, we all know it. And he loves that.

Also apparently he has the biggest cock out of all of us? Which I must see.

Freddie is her first, and he’s always going to be set apart because of that. He listened to her first. He chose her first.

I let the pull of my alpha bark wane, and then fall away. Boone is no longer a slave to it, but he’s pretending he is.

Most alphas can’t feel when their influence from an alpha bark is no longer effective. He thinks I’m like most alphas.

I’d like to beat the shit out of him, and I can’t do that (with zeal) unless he takes the first hit.

And if he runs away instead, well then he’ll never be the pack lead he claims he wants to be.

He surprises me by coming right at me. And he’sfast.He hits my wrist from both sides, making my machete go flying. Then tomy utter horror, Boone reaches into a backpack I’d tossed onto the floor and pulls out a handgun.

It’s still in a holster, so I get over my shock enough to tackle him to the ground.

I slam my knee into his thigh and my fist into his ribs. His arms are all awkward in front of him and I realize he’s trying to unholster his fucking Glock.

Is he going to shoot me?!

This fucker.

I lift up enough to slam back down into him with my knees and elbow. I want to knock the wind out of him. So I do it again with gusto.

He grunts and loses his grip on the gun.

I twist enough to be able to shoot out my hand and hit the gun so it slides away, preventing him from grabbing it again. He starts kicking at me and then wraps his arms around me.

I honestly love a good tussle.

I throw him so I’m now underneath him, which allows me to get my arms up and over his, until my biceps are around his neck. Our breaths are short and hard, and his teeth are gritted so hard I think he’s going to break some of them.

I press him into my headlock and he’s completely immobile.