Page 36 of The Alpha’s Sin (Forbidden Omegaverse #7)

LOGAN

T he phone in my pocket buzzes, and the screen lights up with Poppy’s name. I answer instantly, a smile tugging at my mouth.

“Hey, sweetheart?—”

But instead of her voice, I hear chaos. Male voices jeering, ugly and vicious. And under it all— Poppy’s frightened voice.

“Hey, stop! No —leave me alone! Help !”

Her cry slices through me like a blade. My heart stops. My Wolf howls inside me, all rage and teeth.

“Poppy!” I bark into the phone, gripping it so hard I nearly crush it. “ Sweetheart , where are you? What’s happening?”

A crunch follows—glass shattering, plastic breaking. The call cuts to static, then silence.

No. No , no, no!

They’ve got her. Those fuckers have got her!

I’m out of my chair before the thought even finishes forming, sprinting across the half-finished frame of the house I’ve been working on. My crew stares as I leap down the raw wooden steps two at a time, but I don’t stop to explain—there’s no time.

My truck roars to life as I gun the engine. The tires spit gravel as I tear out of the site and into the night. My blood is boiling, my vision narrowing. All I can hear is her voice, breaking as she cried for help.

I know who it was. I don’t need to guess.

Kyle and Leroy .

Those fucking Betas . I promised myself that if they came near her again—if they so much as touched her— I’d kill them.

And now, they’ve touched her—tried to take what’s mine.

My Wolf is practically tearing at my skin to get out, to rip them apart limb from limb. Ours , he growls. Our mate. Our pup. Must protect. MUST PROTECT !

“I know, I know!” I snarl aloud, wrenching the wheel as I fly down the back road toward town. “ I’ll get her back. I swear it— I’ll fucking kill them before I let them hurt her!”

The parking lot comes into view just in time for me to see it— Poppy , struggling in their filthy hands, her purse on the ground, her phone smashed to pieces. They’re dragging her toward a dented sedan, her eyes wide and wet with terror.

I slam on the brakes so hard my tires screech.

They look up, startled, just as I leap from the truck.

“Get your fucking hands off her!” I roar, my voice half-man, half- Wolf . The sound rattles the night air. A full moon floats overhead— I can feel my Wolf struggling to get out—to make them pay.

They freeze for only a heartbeat, then try to shove her into the car faster, the fuckers!

Poppy screams again, thrashing against them.

And that’s it—that’s all I need. The last thin thread of my control snaps.

My Wolf is coming out.