Page 91 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha (Witch Twins #2)

Bastien

The rest of my journey through the prison was a blur. I had a vague awareness of people trying to get in my way. Maybe there’d been bullets. I didn’t notice. I didn’t fucking care. The only thing I cared about was catching up to my Pixie.

When I burst through the door from the kitchens, the scents of the prison at night hit me. Concrete. Dust. Industrial cleaning agents.

I took a deep inhale through my nose, drawing on my Beast senses, everything inside me quivering with desperation.

There. A faint trace. My body swivelled like the needle on a compass. That way.

Everything around me blurred as I ran faster than I had ever run in my life.

Hold on baby, I’m coming for you.

I had to hope that whoever had taken her was still on foot.

Perhaps they were carrying her to a vehicle.

I had to reach her before they could get her too far away.

I would find her, wherever she was taken, but my whole body…

my soul… revolted at the thought that she might be abducted.

My little Pixie had gone through enough already.

My lungs burned, legs and arms pumping, sending my body hurtling through the night. I passed her guards. My sensitive ears told me their hearts still pumped. They were still alive. They would heal.

But my Pixie was human. If she was hurt, she would need my help.

Her scent teased me. Closer. Closer.

The buzz of a helicopter reached my ears. The bird passed overhead, low. The pilot was looking to land.

Fuck no.

Not my little Pixie.

Please wake up, baby.

No response .

I could see the chopper up ahead. Even at my full speed I wasn’t going to make it.

But if I could wake my little Pixie, she could use her magic.

I reached into the depths of my soul, gathering my Alpha power into a ball. Then, with all my strength, I pushed it down the bond, sharing my essence, my Alpha nature with her.