2- RUNNING INTO THE DEVIL

LYRA'S POV

I nearly tumble over the stairs as I try to climb them.

I grip my aching head and groan. " Oh Bree, I'm going to murder you for making me drink so much."

I finally reach the top of the stairs, and the whole hallway blasting with sensual music seems like a maze to me because I have no freaking idea where Bryn fled off to.

All I can remember is that a guy with too many tattoos for his own good whispered something into her ear and the next minute, she was gone.

Those tattoos did look familiar. Like the tribal tattoo, every male Omega has, but there was something about his. That crown in the middle.

" What the fuck!" A male and two naked females rip apart from each other the moment I push open a door.

Oh, okay, wrong room, but I didn't need to see that, especially when he still has a condom on.

" I'm sorry," I chuckle nervously as I back away, and to my horror, I don't understand why I am staring at his p*nis. " For the record, this. Threesome— is logically unhealthy."

" Fuck off bitch!" One of the girls that looked like the rogue set on fire by Beta Keeper growls.

I shut the door behind me and sigh as I make my way to another door.

I make a silent prayer that someone isn't making out in this room…or worse.

I slowly push open the door and not to my surprise, I see Bryn being crushed to death by the tattooed guy as he thrusts hard into her.

" Lee… Fuck— close the door— Shit! If you know you aren't going to leave, just close the door."

" I'm sorry, goodbye.," I say as quickly as I'm gone and as quickly as I realize someone is standing behind me.

I turn swiftly just to see the same guy standing dressed in all black by the stairs, now standing in front of me, his dark almond eyes firmly fixed on the door.

His scent. Wood. His eyes. Almond. Kymon?

" Alpha Kymon?" I don't know why I am whispering but his eyes move so quickly to mine that my breath seizes.

There is always something about his presence that makes me unable to breathe. Something dark. Something enigmatic. He hardly speaks but when he does, it sends shivers running down my spine.

Despite him being Zade's brother, we have barely said a word to each other. He only glances at me and nothing more. I don't speak either because something crippling in me always tells me to run away from him before something drastic happens.

" Lyra Reyes," He whispers back in his husky low voice.

I can hear the sound of my name from his lips echoing in my ear.

My eyes drop to my feet when he continues staring at me and I just walk away. My feet move too fast and I am feeling terrible. I feel so terrible.

What if he thinks I'm running from him? I am, but I don't understand why.

I find myself outside, standing in front of the club, waiting for Bryn and staring at my white shirt, with a part tainted with what is supposed to be blood.

I gape at the spot, wondering how in hell blood got on my clothes, and before any idea can come to my mind, I hear the faint sound of someone groaning.

My head turns to the direction of the sound and I am walking toward the tall bush. Towards the sound as it becomes more audible and more encapsulated with pain.

Now I can only hear the sound of my heart beating in my mouth as my wide eyes stare at the asshole from earlier, lying neck cut on the ground as holds his neck, struggling for life—

A scream and I don't think my heart is in my body anymore.

" Lee—" Then a muffled struggle.

My hair stands when I hear Bryn's voice.

" Bree!" I scream back, fear gripping my whole existence till I start running towards the direction of the scream not knowing if I should transform into my wolf or not.

The muffled screams become more audible as I head closer to the direction of the sound, and in no time, I am staring at Bryn as she's being held by the mouth of the tattooed guy.

Before I can react, someone's large palm is covering my mouth. Instinctively, I struggle trying to rip out from the powerful grip but I fail miserably.

" Heal," The familiar voice growls and the next thing I feel is a sharp object inside my skin, and my brain suddenly goes numb.

" Shit! How the fuck did she get here?" Someone says, and I hear the sound of metal, and then I am falling on something soft.

The van trunk slams shut and I glance through the open part of the trunk door, barely able to keep my eyes open.

Kymon is taking short disoriented steps while running a hand through his hair. He is no longer wearing his mask.

I watch as he shouts at the tattooed guy who I now recognize. Lyriq, the most powerful Omega of the pack.

Kymon slams a fist into Lyriq's jaw and he doesn't so much as to react. He takes a gun from Lyriq and points it towards Bryn.

I hear myself screaming, slamming against the van with every strength I can muster, and then something loud goes off.

One. Two. Three.

And I think I am dead.