The Biker Alpha Who Became My Second Chance Mate Chapter 141

"Yes," she said, moving away from the window.

We both stood there, frozen, listening.

Another noise. Like someone stepping on gravel.

"Sarah," I whispered.

She came closer to me, and we both stared at the front door.

The doorknob started to turn.

My heart was pounding so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest.

The door was locked. They couldn't get in. We were safe.

But then I heard the sound of glass breaking from the kitchen.

Someone was in the house.

The sound of breaking glass from the kitchen seemed to echo through the entire house.

For a split second, neither Sarah nor I moved. We just stood there, frozen in shock and disbelief.

Then Sarah's entire demeanor change, it was like watching someone flip a switch.

The gentle mother who'd been playing with her kids moments ago vanished, replaced by someone harder, sharper, more dangerous.

She moved so fast I barely saw her grab one of the knives from the coffee table.

"Get behind me," she said, her voice completely different from the gentle tone she'd been using all night.

I grabbed the gun with shaking hands, my finger finding the safety the way Leah had taught me months ago.

My other hand went instinctively to my stomach, a protective gesture I immediately forced myself to stop.

I couldn't do that. Couldn't draw attention to the baby.

If they knew I was pregnant, they'd target my stomach. That's what attackers did when they wanted to hurt you in the worst way possible.

I'd learned that lesson the hard way with Daxon.

We heard footsteps in the kitchen, heavy boots on tile floor, they were more than one person.

"How many?" I whispered.

"At least three," Sarah whispered back, her eyes fixed on the doorway. "Maybe more."

My mind immediately went to the kids sleeping down the hall, we had to keep whoever this was away from them.

A man appeared in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, he was tall and broad with scars across his face. His eyes were cold and calculating.

"Well, well," he said, his voice rough. "Look what we have here. The Alphas sisters and their mates. This is even better than we thought. Killing two birds with one stone."

Another man appeared behind him, then another. Three total that I could see, but I heard more movement in the kitchen.

"You need to leave," Sarah said, her voice steady and commanding. "Now."

The first man laughed. "Or what? You'll cut us with that little knife?"

"If I have to," Sarah said, and there was no fear in her voice. Just cold determination.

I raised the gun, trying to keep my hands from shaking. "She's not the only one armed."

All three men looked at me, and I saw something shift in their expressions when they noticed the gun.

"Easy there," the first man said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "You don't want to do that. Bullets make noise. You've got kids sleeping in this house, don't you?"

My blood ran cold, they knew about Lily and Liam.

"Get out," I said, my voice stronger now. "Get out or I will shoot you."

"Can't do that," another man said. He was smaller than the first but had a cruel look about him. "We have orders."

"From who?" Sarah demanded.

"Does it matter?" the third man said with a cold smile. "You're coming with us one way or another."

"Over my dead body," Sarah said.

"That can be arranged," the first man said.

They started moving into the living room and Sarah didn't hesitate. She launched herself at the first man, the knife flashing in her hand.

I'd known Sarah had training. Orion or Tristan had mentioned it before, said she'd been trained by her father who was a former pack enforcer.

But knowing and seeing were two completely different things.

She was incredible.

Fast and precise, she moved like water, flowing around the man's attempts to grab her. The knife found its mark in his shoulder and he roared with pain and anger.

But he didn't go down. Instead, he swung at her with his good arm and she ducked under it, spinning away and slashing at his ribs in the same movement.

Blood bloomed on his shirt but he kept coming.

I watched in amazement as Sarah held her own against him. Every move she made was calculated, efficient. No wasted energy. No panic.

This was someone who'd been trained not just to fight, but to win.

I understood now why Orion had chosen her. My brother wouldn't mate with someone who couldn't stand beside him, couldn't protect herself and their children when he wasn't there.

I'd always known Sarah was strong, but I'd never realized just how strong until now.

The second man lunged toward her while she was occupied with the first, and I didn't think. I just acted.

I fired the gun.

The sound was deafening in the enclosed space and the man stumbled, clutching his leg where I'd hit him.

"You bitch!" he screamed.

The third man was coming toward me now, and behind him I could see a fourth emerging from the kitchen.

Four against two. Not good odds.

I thought about firing again but then I remembered Lily and Liam sleeping down the hall.

The gunshot had been loud enough. If this turned into a shootout, they'd wake up terrified. Or worse, a stray bullet could hit them.

I couldn't risk it.

I quickly tucked the gun into the waistband of my jeans at my lower back, making sure it was secure, and grabbed the other knife from the coffee table.

The third man laughed when he saw me switch weapons. "You think you can fight me with that?"

"I guess we'll find out," I said, positioning myself carefully.

I had to protect my stomach. Had to make sure none of their hits landed there. But I couldn't be obvious about it or they'd figure out why.

He lunged and I dodged, the way Kiara had taught me when we were training. She'd insisted I learnt it so well, said I needed to be able to protect myself.

I'd complained about it at the time, thought she was being unnecessarily strict.

But, now I was grateful for every lesson.

The man was bigger and stronger than me, but I was faster. I ducked under his arm and slashed at his side, making sure to keep my body angled so my stomach was protected.

The knife cut through his shirt and drew blood.

He snarled and came at me again, this time catching my wrist. His grip was like iron and pain shot up my arm.

I brought my knee up hard between his legs and he gasped, his grip loosening just enough for me to wrench free.

I twisted away from him, keeping my front protected, and stabbed backward with the knife. I felt it connect with his thigh and he howled.

Behind me, I could hear Sarah still fighting. The sound of bodies hitting furniture, grunts of pain and effort.

But when I risked a glance, I saw she was holding her own against two men now.

She moved between them like a dancer, her knife finding openings, her feet sweeping legs out from under opponents.

She took hits, I could see bruises forming, blood running from a cut on her arm, but she didn't slow down.

She was magnificent.

The fourth man had entered the fight now, going after Sarah, which meant she was facing three while I dealt with one.

"Sarah!" I called out, worried.

"I'm fine!" she called back, and incredibly, she sounded like she meant it. "Protect yourself!"

I understood what she meant. She wanted me to not just protect myself but this little bunny growing inside of me. And I'll protect it with my life.

The man I was fighting had recovered from my knife strike and was advancing again, more cautious now but also angrier.

"You're better than I expected," he said. "But you're still going to lose."

"We'll see," I said, my breath coming hard.

We circled each other and I was hyperaware of every movement, every potential threat to the baby. I kept my stance slightly turned, protecting my stomach without making it obvious.

He feinted left and I moved to block, but he went right instead, his fist connecting with my shoulder hard enough to make me stumble.

Pain exploded through my arm but I managed to keep my balance and my knife.

He pressed his advantage, coming at me fast. His hand closed around my throat and he slammed me against the wall.

My back hit hard and pain radiated through me, but my front, my stomach, was protected by our bodies being pressed together.

"Not so tough now, are you?" he said, his face inches from mine.

I couldn't breathe. Black spots were dancing at the edges of my vision. My free hand scrabbled at his arm, trying to break his grip, while my knife hand was pinned between our bodies.

I brought my knee up again but he'd learned from last time. He blocked it with his own leg.

My vision was starting to tunnel. I was going to pass out if I didn't do something.

My hand found the gun tucked into my waistband, I pulled it free and pressed it against his ribs.

"Let. Go," I managed to choke out.

His eyes widened slightly but he didn't release me. "You won't shoot. Not with those kids in the house. One gunshot was risky enough."

He was right. The sound, the danger to Lily and Liam. I couldn't.

But I could use it differently.

I brought the gun up hard, slamming the grip into his temple. His grip on my throat loosened and I hit him again, harder this time.

He dropped and I fell to my knees, gasping for air. My throat felt like it was on fire and my vision was still spotty.

I heard Sarah grunt and looked over to see her surrounded by three men now.

She was still fighting, still holding them off, but I could see she was tiring. Blood was running down her arm from a deep cut, and she had a split lip.

But she was still standing. Still fighting.

Still protecting us.

One of the men managed to grab her from behind, pinning her arms. Another raised his fist to strike her face.

"No!" I screamed, trying to stand.

But Sarah was faster. She threw her head back, connecting with the nose of the man holding her. I heard the crunch of breaking bone and he released her with a scream.

She spun and kicked the other man in the chest hard enough to send him stumbling backward.

The third man, the one I'd shot in the leg, was limping toward me with murder in his eyes.

I forced myself to stand, using the wall for support. Everything hurt. My throat, my shoulder, my back where I'd hit the wall.

But my stomach was okay. The baby was okay.

I had to keep it that way.

The man I'd knocked down was starting to get up too. And across the room, the men Sarah had been fighting were regrouping.

We were outnumbered and we were tiring. Even with all our training, even fighting as hard as we could, there were too many of them.

Sarah came to stand beside me, both of us breathing hard.

"You okay?" she asked, not taking her eyes off the men.

"I'm fine," I said. "You?"

"I've been better," she admitted. "But I can keep going."

"The kids," I said.

"I know," she said. "We have to keep them away from the kids."

The four men were advancing on us again, spreading out to surround us.

"Is that all you've got?" the first man taunted, blood still dripping from his shoulder and ribs. "I expected more from an Alpha's family."

"We're not done yet," Sarah said, raising her knife again.

But I could hear the exhaustion in her voice, could see the way she was favoring her right side.

I raised my own knife, though my hands were shaking from adrenaline and fatigue.

My wolf was stirring inside me, restless and agitated. She wanted out. Wanted to shift and tear these men apart for threatening us, for threatening the cubs.