Page 53 of The Forgotten

As long as I can survive Dylan, I can move forward.

“You lost them because you don’t know how to love,” I snarl, forcing myself to stand. My legs wobble, yet I’m able to keep my balance.

I’m naked and hurt, but I still manage to glare at him. There are guards all around the large living room, and I can see that we’re on a higher floor from a single glance out the window. This is very bad.

I don’t have any idea how I got here.

“Bullshit,” Dylan spits out. I can feel the liquid from here, and I grimace in disgust. “You’re an evil temptress with a tight pussy, that’s all. I thought two of my sons were gay, and you managed to turn them too!”

“Destiny doesn’t care about sexuality,” I mutter. “Stupid old man. The world is passing you by, and you can’t hold on to anything. How am I here?”

“You think you’re going to bait me?” he laughs, stalking toward me. “I have access to wherever I want!”

Since I’m defenseless and naked, I run around the couch, keeping it between us.

“Grab her for me,” Dylan snarls.

“Sorry, boss,” one of the guards grunt. Glancing behind me, I see that he really isn’t sorry. “I did my part by getting into the house and drugging your boys and her while they slept. If you want the girl, you have to catch her.”

The other men smirk, but lose their smiles when Dylan shoots the man who spoke in the knee.

“I hate disrespect,” he mutters. “It’s so hard to find good help.”

My breaths come a little faster at his words, but I have to focus on him instead of the men behind me. I can’t run fromeveryone. The adrenaline is helping to clear the sedative from my body, but I still feel woozy and exhausted.

“Maybe you should choose better communication,” I rasp, dropping to the ground as he shoots in my direction. I want him off balance.

Half crawling, I ignore the sound of the window behind me shattering. There’s semi chaos as the men scatter, and someone grabs the rope holding my wrists behind me.

“Hush,” the person says, sliding a knife through the rope binding me.

Glancing behind me, I catch a glimpse of a beta with blonde hair.

“Tell Maddox we support him. Now run. Your pack should be here soon.”

Getting to my feet, I face forward and run, ducking underneath Dylan’s arm as he attempts to clothesline me. Unfortunately, he grabs my hair tightly, yanking me back, and we begin to fight over the gun in his hand.

I shove it away from my body, struggling to push him away as I scream. Dylan seems to feed on a steady diet of hate and anger, because his strength threatens to overwhelm me. I’m never going to be the type of omega with tons of muscles and stamina.

Add to this that I haven’t eaten during my heat, and I’m weaker than a newborn kitten. The odds aren’t great for me.

A door behind me explodes, and things get hazy. Everyone is fighting around me, and Dylan grabs my throat and sweeps my legs out from under me. Riding my descent to the ground, he leers as he shoves the gun beneath my throat, his legs shoving mine open.

“I’ve been patient, and what does it get me? A godsdamned coup! From my own fucking children. You’ve been in heat for seventy-two hours, Olivia,” he growls. “Lay there like a good girl and let me take what’s mine.”

I usually freeze when I’m put in positions where I feel completely out of control and my mind checks out, but that doesn’t happen. Punching him in the face, I also manage to grab the waistband of his pants with my other hand to knee him in the knot.

“I’m not yours,” I growl, gasping as he’s yanked off my body and thrown against the wall.

Dylan’s fingers aren't on the trigger thankfully, and the gun goes flying from the force of the blow. My chest heaves as I’m picked up by someone, and I begin screaming and fighting them since my hair is in my face.

“Olivia, it’s me, Cai!” he says, giving me a second to shove my hair out of my face.

“Oh my god, you’re okay,” I say, relief filling me.

“Me? Hellcat, I’m fine,” he says, looking around the room.

Gareth is beating the shit out of Dylan, while Maddox and Aled join the fight with others.