48. Lachlan

Chapter 48

Lachlan

G ryphon and Barret leave the very next day to enlist Frederick to our cause, and now it's up to me to protect the Omegas.

Gryphon didn't want them anywhere near that Beta, and for once, I agreed with him.

It seems like he is finally growing a soft spot for Mila, even considering her as important as his own Omega, and maybe there is hope for him yet.

Still. He better get in line.

Mila is mine.

We're having movie night in Oliver's room, and the distraction was what we all needed.

We barely even watch the movie as Oliver and I pleasure Mila.

Oliver kisses her lips while I kiss between her legs, and her groans of pleasure sound like music to my ears.

I'm just kissing a tortuous path down her body when my Alpha picks up on the first sign of disturbance.

My hackles rise, and I stop kissing my Omega.

Both Oliver and Mila watch confused.

"What's wrong, Lachlan?" Oliver asks.

I listen to the sounds outside the window for a moment. There's a storm tonight, the branches of a tree scratching against the glass, but I can't seem to shake the feeling that we are being watched.

A growl slips from my lips and both Omegas freeze.

I jump to my feet, shooting for the door.

"Lachlan!" Oliver calls behind me, but I press on.

"Wait here," I tell him. "I'm going to investigate. You got a gun, right?"

Oliver nods, and then he shows me his handgun.

Mila has one too, and I smile at her proudly.

Our little fighter.

I slip out the door, carrying my knife. I don't need a gun.

My eyes search the woods around our house, and I think I spy a shadow.

Something moves, and a smirk curls my lips.

It looks like I'm in luck.

My dick was already pretty hard from Mila, but now I grow even harder as I pursue that trespasser.

My Alpha is out for blood.

They'll be sorry that they ever trespassed on our territory.

I chase them through the forest, completely barefoot. Their scent is strong, and it doesn't take me long to gain on them.

I tackle the bastard to the floor, a lion pursuing a gazelle, and when I point my knife at his neck, a crazed laugh escapes my throat.

"You messed with the wrong pack…"

He's not a big guy. Maybe a Beta and this will be over in seconds.

Maybe I can bring his head back home to my snowdrop.

"Any last words before I sever your head?"

He grits his teeth, eyeing that sharp blade. Then he whispers just loud enough for me to hear.

"Lily sends her regards…"

I falter. Lily?

His answering smirk tells me everything I need to know, and I knock him out, deciding that I will deal with him later as I run back to the house.

Fuck. It was a diversion.

Oliver. Mila…

The lights of the house appear in the gloom up ahead, and I pick up the pace, hoping I make it on time.

Don't worry, Oliver, Mila…

I'm coming…