Omega Bound Chapter 264

Raven

“DON’T YOU TOUCH HER!” I scream as the gas floods Ayla’s cell from the system above. The guards sneer and laugh as she collapses back on her cot. Her father, not her father, is growling and beating on his cell. Maybe if he had done something ten years ago, his daughter wouldn’t be in this mess.

I’m going to kill him.

“You cowards think this cage saves you? I’ll peel the skin from your faces while you’re still breathing. I’ll snap your fingers one by one and make you choke on the pieces. When I get out, I’ll split you open from gut to gullet and make you watch as I string your insides across these walls!” My teeth gnashed, lips curling back in a feral snarl as I slammed my fists again and again into the barrier. “Gas her again, and I’ll carve out your tongues and make you beg me wordless for mercy you’ll never get.” My voice cracked into a growl, animal and unhinged. “I’ll make sure every scream you give me is the last sound you ever hear.” I roar at them through the gass as I imagine ripping Eric's face off.

“You and I will have an experiment date soon, Raven, don’t worry.” Eric smiles smugly and licks his lips like he’s looking at fresh meat. “I should gas you as well, but I am under time constraints and have to spearhead the takeover of our, or should I say, my pack. Your speed won’t save you. It won’t save any of you. You are stuck in your glass box until I take you out, so shut up until it's your turn, then you can make all the noises you want.”

Ayla’s door opens to her cell, and two guards enter and toss her on a cot like a rag doll. “Put her down!” My voice broke into a feral snarl. “Lay one more hand on her and I’ll snap your spines like twigs. I’ll tear your jaws off your faces and feed them to you while you choke on your own blood!”

“Sounds like little red wants to play.” They laugh as they start to haul Ayla away on a cot. “Maybe I will ask if we can work some of that attitude out of you.”

“Do it and find out if the story about me biting off dicks is true.” I taunt, gesturing with my hands to come at me. The guard smooches his lips at me, kissing the glass as he walks by. “I’ll be back for you,” he promises.

“I'm going to take those lips and give them to my mate."

“Don’t do this.....please don’t do this.” The poor excuse of an Alpha yells as they haul her away. He slumps down on his cot, holding his head in his hands, talking to himself, and crying.

“Your tears won’t help her....Alpha up.” I paced, eyes darting to every seam, every joint, every inch of the cursed walls that pinned me in. I pressed my palms flat against the surface, testing for give, for weakness, anything that could crack beneath enough rage. My gaze dragged up to the ceiling, following the faint lines where the panels met, down to the floor. “What do you know about this glass?”

“I know that it doesn’t break,” he mumbles. “It’s bulletproof and chemically strengthened. The surface has been infused with ions that compress it.”

My gaze locked on the glass, and I stopped bouncing around the cell and started thinking. Speed wasn’t just about running. It was vibration, movement so fast it blurred into nothing. If I could push my body into that frequency, make every muscle, every bone hum at a speed the shifter eye couldn’t follow, maybe I could transfer it into the glass itself. Glass was strong until it wasn’t. Until the right vibration crawled through it, fracturing it from the inside out.

My lips curled into a feral smile as I pressed my palm flat to the wall, letting the first tremors ripple through me. If I could find its pitch, its breaking point, then I’d make this cage shatter.

I closed my eyes and forced my breathing to steady, dragging my wolf’s rage into focus until it sharpened into something lethal. The hum of my gift stirred deep in my chest, a current thrumming through my veins, begging to be unleashed. I pressed my hand flat against the cold glass, willing the vibration into my palm, faster and faster until my bones felt like they were rattling apart. The barrier quivered under my touch, faint at first, then stronger, a resonance building between me and it. I bared my teeth, pouring every ounce of fury, every ounce of will into that single point. Break, I commanded, my power screaming through me, determined to shatter the unshatterable.

The vibration reached its peak, and suddenly the barrier screamed, the sound of it fracturing piercing my ears. The surface rippled, then exploded outward in a violent burst, glittering shards scattering across the floor like fallen stars. Alarms start sounding as I climb through the glass. The scrawny Alpha’s mouth hangs open as he climbs off his cot. “Who are you? You didn’t just break it. You bent physics to your will,” he asks.

“It isn’t who, it’s what. They stole your precious gift and used it to make me. Fused it with my DNA, twisted it into something entirely new. I’m the result of your stolen power, but don’t think I’m here for you. I don’t like you. I don’t care about you.” I glare at him through the glass, killing him a hundred different ways in my head. He'd better have a damn good reason for still being here.

“My wife,” he said quietly as his eyes softened toward me, almost as if speaking the words aloud made them real again, “she was from Stevens’ pack. Red hair, like yours.... The resemblance is striking, and it brings back memories I didn’t think I’d ever revisit.” He studies my face as I file his words away for later. The only other redhead in my pack still alive is my mother.

The thunder of boots echoes closer, each heavy step rattling through the sterile expanse of the holding cells as my eyes sweep over the vast, lifeless white around me. There are no good advantage points, and I will have to fight my way out. “Let me out, I can help you,” he demands, smacking his hand against the glass of his cell.

“You’ll only be in my way.” I watch the doors, waiting to fight my way out to Ayla. “I’m going to kill them all and save my Luna. You aren’t even on my radar.”

“They are going to kill you.” I smile at him, “Let me out, I can help you.” I turn back toward the door, ignoring him. Letting him out will get him killed, and I would like to do that myself.

The doors blasted open, and six shifters poured in dressed in tactical black, rifles raised, armor gleaming under the fluorescent lights. My pulse leapt, not with fear, but with exhilaration. I drank in every detail. The angles of their stances, the way they moved as one unit, the calculated rhythm of their approach. “GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS UP!” One shouts. I let a low, feral laugh slip from my throat, the sound echoing off the walls. “GET BACK IN YOUR CELL NOW!” They spread out with a predator’s patience, circling the room, cutting off any path to the doors.

“I’m disappointed that there isn’t more of you.”