All Chapters of Alpha's Little Omega : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Keiran’s POVToday seems to be my day for new experiences, but so far ‘new’ definitely doesn’t translate into ‘good.’ I’ve been kidnapped, informed someone wants to sell me for parts, run all over town, and, to top it all off, arrested by the shifter equivalent of homeland security.Though that last thing isn’t quite as bad as I always imagined it might be.They haven’t thrown me into a cell or anything, so that’s a plus. Of course, that’s probably only because this is the shifter legal system and they don’t exactly have any regular holding cells outside of wherever the triumvirate is actually based.Instead, I’m holed up in a room at a luxury hotel. My new accommodations aren’t a suite like Julian’s pack has, but the space is still nicer than my apartment. Sure, I’m not allowed to leave, there are guards at my door, and the hotel is owned by the guy who wants to sell me for parts,but things could be worse. Right? I collapse backward on to the bed, staring up at the ceiling. What am

Keiran’s POVUnfortunately, Randy’s greed doesn’t buy me enough time to do anything at all. Either Randy is too stupid to know how to bargain well or Rossi is too impatient to get his hands on me. Maybe a little of both.Less than thirty minutes pass before there’s a knock at the hotel suite door. Randy exits returns to the living room area, pauses to plaster a giant smile on his face, then opens the door. From the couch, I can’t see who’s arrived, but I’m not kept in suspense for long since Randy immediately gestures the person inside.Rossi. Of course.The Chicago Alpha wears a mildly pleasant expression, but I can see the derision in his eyes as his gaze passes over Randy in his jeans and flannel shirt. Rossi glances over his shoulder and motions for someone behind him to enter as well. One of my kidnappers from this morning, Jake, enters the room carrying a small gym bag. Rossi tips his chin in Randy’s direction, then Jake tosses the bag down at Randy’s feet. “One hundred thousan

Keiran’s POVSomehow, Luke and I make it out to the street without being stopped.Either that lamp really knocked Rossi for a loop, or the Chicago Alpha is no longer concerned with keeping me now that he thinks I’m useless.I’m really hoping it’s the latter.The guy definitely deserved a good head smacking, but I prefer to think he’s simply decided not come after me. It’s already been a hell of a day and getting at least one worry off my plate would be awesome. I can only effectively deal with one problem at a time and preventing or stopping the challenge needs to be my focus now, not dodging Rossi.I glance up and down the street. I’m not very familiar with this part of the city, but I can see a bus stop a couple of blocks away. If nothing else, the bench will provide a place to sit while I think about how to find Julian.I head in that direction with Lucas following behind me. My cousin hasn’t said a word since we left the hotel room and I’m not sure what to say to him either. Invit

Julian’s POVGetting out of a challenge is much harder than getting into one. I didn’t expect it to be easy, but I assumed Derek would see reason once he had a chance to cool down and we could discuss things. Apparently, I underestimated how much his injured pride would affect his common sense.The whole situation is ridiculous.My pack hasn’t even had a challenge for succession in at least three generations. Since my great-grandfather, each transfer of power has been peaceful, made easier because the Madison pack is healthy, prosperous, and happy. If there’s any discontent, people bring it up with the elders, who in turn consult with me as the Alpha and a solution is reached without bloodshed.But a fight—in this case to the death because we’re on Rossi’s territory and that’s what he wants—over what amounts to little more than hurt feelings? It’s utterly absurd.But it’s too late to do anything about it now.Remy, Brody, and I arrive at Rossi’s chosen location, but twenty minutes lat

Keiran’s POVIt might be a bit overdramatic for me to say time stops, but I swear it actually does. At least it certainly feels like it does. The rest of the room and the surrounding people disappear, my focus solely on my mate.Julian is in his wolf form, a pale golden color accented with white on his face and paws. The tip of one of his ears has a chunk taken out of it, and one of his hind legs is hanging at a strange angle by his side. Blood mars his chest and muzzle and he’s turning in place as Derek walks around him, darting forward with a snap of teeth every few seconds to keep Julian off guard, taunting him.I think I hear someone call my name, but at this moment, nothing else matters. Not Rossi. Not Derek. Not any of the other shifters watching this farce of a challenge. The only thing that matters is getting to Julian, and damn the consequences.As I watch, Julian’s muscles tense up, his canine face contorting with pain though Derek’s not even touching him. What the hell? He