Omega Bound Chapter 252

Raven

“I am here on behalf of Alpha Thane. Get every staff member to the healer's station now. If they’re not here, call them in immediately.” I order, standing opposite the defiant staff who refuse to follow instructions.

“Excuse me. Who do you think you are?” The heifer standing behind the healer station in the center of the clinic questions as I stand before her in new clothing with the gore of the battle still covering my skin.

“Your nightmare incarnate if you do not do what you are told. Get it done NOW!” I slam my fist down on the counter as my wolf, Nyra, slams against our mental barrier, demanding bloodshed.

“You can’t just run in here demanding we do anything. We don’t know you. We don’t work for you.” I use my speed to cup the back of her head and force it down, smashing her face into the counter. I pull her head back by her bun and watch the blood run down from the new gash in her forehead. “Do as you’re told,” I say lethally, baring my fangs. My rage hits its limit, close to boiling over. I throw her backward, and she hits the rolling chair, crashing to the floor on top of it.

“I’M CALLING SECURITY!” Another she-wolf yells from behind the counter. I hop over the counter as she grabs the phone and rip it from her hand, (whack)”I..(whack)..TOLD (whack)...YOU...(whack)...TO...(whack)...DO...(whack) SOMETHING...” I beat her with the phone as I hold her by her scrub top. She crumples to the floor, crying as I look around, throwing the phone to the floor.

“YOUR LUNA HAS BEEN TAKEN. YOUR BOSS, ERIC, TOOK HER! GET ME ALL STAFF HERE NOW! I WON’T SAY IT AGAIN!” I yell, turning in circles for every wounded pack member, every staff member on duty to hear.

“H-He wouldn’t do that.” The she-wolf on the floor, covering her head after it took a beating from a phone, stutters.

“Yes, he would, because he did. You are all going to tell me everything you know about him. So, get me everybody here now.” I throw open that swinging half door at the healer station and start going room to room, yelling down the hall as I go, looking for staff members.

“COME OUT NOW. GET EVERYBODY THAT WORKS HERE TO THE STATION NOW ON THE ORDERS OF ALPHA THANE!” A few staff members rush around, jogging to the center of the clinic.

“Why isn’t security answering?” I hear down the hall as I see a she-wolf on the floor pushing a button frantically. She’s too stupid to realise they are doing what they are ordered to do based on the code their Alpha put out, and it does not entail protecting them.

They just don’t get it.

“Last chance,” I say as I walk, each step I take, without what I want gets them one step closer to their grave.

“Or what? You’re just going to keep beating everyone until you get an answer none of us probably know?” The she-wolf tosses the phone down. I grab her by the neck, squeezing. Her eyes bug out of her head as she claws at my wrist. I watch her change the prettiest shades as her oxygen depletes.

“Or I will go to your homes, kill your mates, and burn them down while leaving your children orphans. Those without mates will be the first to find out if I know how to perform a tracheotomy.” I toss her to the floor.

“Alpha wouldn’t send someone like you to the clinic. Not acting like this.” Some bitch says from the counter.

“Then you severely underestimate how much he cares about his mate and pup.” I snarl toward her and watch as she jumps. They stand there staring at me. “TALK!” I demand.

“FUCK YOU,” A she-wolf yells from the nurses' station. The nerve. The audacity to think that I would be calm and collected in my approach to them when their Luna is missing and their boss is the culprit is mind-blowing. They’re in denial. Unfortunately for them, I do not have time to make them see it.

I start toward her, my steps are measured but lethal, each one cutting the distance between us like a blade through flesh, and she does the same. Her wolf is clearly unable to read the room. I could be nice and use my Alpha aura on them and let them feel that I outrank them, but being nice is something I have never been accused of, and I’m not trying to change my reputation for these bitches.

The tension in the air thickens, electric and sharp. My gaze locks on hers, unblinking, daring her to keep coming. If she wants to meet me head-on, then she’s about to learn exactly why shifters flinch when they hear my name.

I reach into my pocket quicker than she can think and slash across her neck with my dagger. She chokes and sputters, grabbing her neck as her thick red blood pours over her hands. I hear screaming around me, and the air turns bitter and rancid with fear. “I’M KILLING EVERYBODY!” I yell as she hits her knees and falls over, her skin white as blood pools under her.

“No...no...no no no no please...please...he...he leaves a lot....often..” A scared she-wolf hiding in a corner near oxygen tanks begs. Her body is trembling, frightened for her life, she’s pissed herself and is covered in her own snot from sobbing, trying to stay quiet.

Good.

“Where? I’m not a patient,” I demand.

“I-I-I don’t know...I thought...I thought Alpha knew......we...we wouldn’t question him...Eric’s our boss! H-he’s our boss.....” She wails as tears run down her face. Is Ayla crying now? Is she wailing? Red fur ripples over my arms at the thought.

“YOU’RE CRAZY....YOU KILLED HER! YOU KILLED HER! ” The bloodied she-wolf who caused her own forehead to be split open by her failure to listen, yells frantically. She shifts, her gray wolf leaps in the air at me, but I’m a hell of a lot quicker. I stab my dagger upward, catching it within the wolf’s stomach. I slice down, my knife gliding buttery smooth as I slice open the wolf. Its guts, blood, and fat pour out onto me as it lands in a heap on the floor. I snap my arms outward quickly, flinging off the excess as I look over at the rest of them. I’m soaked in he blood, flesh, and whatever else she had to give. Coated from head to toe, primed and hungry for the next one to challenge me.

A faint, thrum reached my ears. A sound too steady, too controlled to be wind. My stomach dropped, instinct screaming before my brain caught up. *“Luna,”* Lyra chants within my mind.

I bolted from the clinic, covered in innards, shoving through the glass doors so hard they nearly shattered. The cool night air hit me like ice, but I was already scanning the sky, catching the ghostly silhouette moving against the stars. My pulse roared in my ears as I sprinted to the nearest car, smashing the driver’s side window with my elbow. Glass rained down as I slid in, hot-wiring it with shaking fingers, the engine snarling to life. Tires squealed, rubber burning, and I tore down the road, eyes fixed on that dark shape in the sky.

No one takes my Luna and lives.