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AMAYA

I won't ever forget the screams of the broken omegas. Pure fear tinged with so many scents, one of them being the stench of piss.

The time has come.

Alphas shout orders, some of them bulldozing into the warehouse while others run for the doors. Everything blurs in the chaos, and I'm left dizzy, but at least my omega is no longer fighting to turn us feral.

A slam rings out, followed by a sharp agonizing zing of pain across my already battered face. As I crumple to the ground with a cry, I realize the guards who were about to toss me into my cage are nowhere to be found.

The urge to snap at Greg festers, but I'm too disoriented and my omega is too distracted trying to figure out what's going on. Until he speaks. "Get the boat running. I'll get the bitch."

Fuck. No. No, no, no, no.

'I kill?'

Honestly? Fucking go for it.

There's no goddamn way I'm getting on a boat with these crazy fucking alphas. I blink, trying to rid the wooziness from my mind. Fight, damn it!

Greg grabs my upper arm; I hiss, but bite my tongue. It's better if he thinks I'm weak.

'We surprise.'

Yes. My legs take the brunt of the abuse from being dragged across the ground, but each new scrape and freezing puddle works to wake me up.

"MOVE!" someone shouts, and more raised voices follow.

We come to a halt, and I chance a peek around, noticing a traffic jam of cages and alphas at the doors. Greg curses and spins, trying to find another exit. I do my best to ignore the awful twinge in my shoulder as he yanks me this way and that.

I’m eager to thrash, yell, and kick his ass, but there's no way out. If I get away, I can't run.

"THERE!" Another loud yell reaches above the others. I can't see anything, but it'll be worth it.

Then I see it… light. Someone found the button for the hangar doors. They see an escape. I see freedom.

With newfound urgency, Greg bends faster than I can blink and hauls me over his shoulder. Blood rushes to my head and throbbing face. There's no holding back anymore. How dare he touch me this way?! I could deal with their vile hands grabbing my arms and hurting me, but to wrap his arms around my waist and toss me over his shoulder is too much.

'Not my alpha!'

Certainly not.

"Let me go!" I shove and pop off his back with my hands. Before his vinegar scent can burn my nose hairs off, salt water tingles my senses. Ocean. Ocean eyes.

'Alpha.'

Vincent.

My eyes burn for a whole other reason beyond the scent of the outdoors. I want my alpha. The burn isn't of sadness though. There's a fire licking up my spine and heating my limbs. The freezing stiffness of this horrid experience washes away with newfound bravery.

I want to look into my alpha's eyes and sink into their ocean blue depths. Not only Vincent's, though. I need Sammy, Oli, and Emmett too.

Like an inky sort of haze, blue, green, and gold swirl and twirl in my eyesight, morphing the wretched industrial port surrounding us into a dancing battle flag, urging me to fight for a future.

One without an aching belly and blistered, freezing skin. I'll have clothes that aren't in tatters, and my cozy nest to curl into, but not because I'm limited to the small space. The colors of my mates' eyes wave and swallow my sight whole until all I see is us. Our future.

The one I can have if only I can fight for it.

My gums pulse, and my fingertips ache. My omega readies to go home to her mates.

'We fight.'

But first, we fight .

With a scream meant to shatter the sky, I unleash every horror I have suffered. My trauma tank is full, and I'll use it to throw gas on the fire of my bravery.

Until my last dying breath, I'll fight to go home.