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SAMUEL

N othing else matters but the speed at which my legs carry me. Too fucking slow. With each slam of my feet against the concrete, I'm one step closer to the dock that fucker is carrying my omega across.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!"

I don't hear anything but the screams of my mate. The pops of gunfire and threatening shouts are muffled when all I hear is her. I'm yards ahead of my packmates. If I go down, those are invaluable seconds that could cost Amaya her life.

I am nothing without her. We've all seen it. Amaya is the only thing that will ever fucking matter. A bullet to my back wouldn't stop my forward momentum.

Faster, faster, faster! I have to be faster!

My arms pump and my chin tilts to my chest like that little aerodynamic difference will make me reach her in time. If that boat leaves...

"AMAYA!" My roar of terror as she's dragged onto the boat is met with the same ferocity from my alpha. 'OMEGA!'

The fucker with his hands on my mate whips his head in my direction, and I might enjoy his shocked look if it weren't for his fucking mouth opening. "SHAN, LET'S GO!"

Shan's dead if that boat— VROOM— The engine roars to life.

Yep, DEAD.

The bastard rushes around the corner with my omega hanging over his shoulder, stealing her from view. Fuck, no, no, no! The idea of not having eyes on her again tears my gut to anxious shreds.

"Sam!"

I ignore my brother’s fearful yell behind me and sprint onto the dock just as the sound of gears grinding vibrates my feet.

Why does their goddamn yacht have to be at the very fucking end?!

"I SAID!!!" Amaya's sassy scream pierces the air as I take my final few steps. "LET ME GO!!!"

The boat lurches forward just as I take a leaping lunge across the few feet separating their deck from the dock. Blood pounds in my ears, as does the roar of the engine trying to steal my mate from me.

"SAMUEL!"

It doesn't matter. Nothing else matters but Amaya. If I die, so be it. So I ignore my pack’s shouts of terror as I flail through the air and tumble into the pristine white wall of their yacht.

"Fuck!" I grunt, landing hard.

Shoving myself away from the wall, I bolt in the direction that dead man took my girl. Her name bubbles in my throat, the need to shout for her almost blowing my cover, but I hold it in. The element of surprise will have to be my weapon.

We never did get those fucking knives from Remy, and for that, I'm going to beat his ass. Or haunt it, depending on the outcome of the next couple of minutes.

The water whipping by confuses what I think might be sounds of a struggle, but as I round the corner attempting not to slip on the soaked deck, my heart plummets right out my ass.

Without fear for my safety when I can clearly see the gun poking out of the alpha's jeans, I rush forward just as he's pulling himself up from the ground.

My fist cracks into his jaw, and the realtor in me winces at the pain throbbing in my knuckles, but my alpha brushes it aside with a snarl. "Where is she?!"

The bastard who had my omega over his shoulder spurts out a bloody chuckle. "Probably dead. Or dying." He smirks at me, his white teeth gleaming crimson as he hikes a thumb over his shoulder.

Over the railing.

Nothing else matters. Not the abusive prick cackling beneath me or my desire for vengeance ripping my mind in two. All that matters is Amaya.

"PETAL!"

I dive.