30. Everett

30

EVERETT

Seeing Eric assault Iris disguised as Juno completely corroded all his common sense. He was left a snarling ball of alpha instinct. Didn’t matter that Everett knew Juno was nowhere nearby. How fucking dare Eric think he could touch his omega like that.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Everett took great satisfaction in stepping between Eric and Iris. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ollie checking if she was ok before handing her off to her waiting team. Everett stared down the woeful looking alpha spitting blood in front of him. Eric looked like shit, even before Iris’s handiwork. His years in prison had not been kind to him. Pallid complexion, sprinkled with shitty tattoos and the beginnings of a flabby gut.

“So you’re her new pack.” Eric lurched forward. “Bunch of pussy whipped homos. What kind of man wants to smell of fruit and shit.”

Ollie strolled up next to Everett and turned to him inquisitively. “Fellas, is it gay to smell like your omega?”

“I dunno, Ollie, sounds pretty gay to me,” Everett said with a resigned shrug.

Ollie gestured generously at Eric. “I mean, he’s never made an omega come and he’s the straightest guy I know.”

“I’ve made your filthy whore omega come!”

“Was that convincing?” Everett asked Ollie out of the corner of his mouth, pretending to be discreet.

“Not really,” Ollie stage-whispered back.

Everett crossed his arms and resumed staring Eric down. “Sorry, mate. You heard him.” His words were friendly but his changed tone was decidedly not.

“You shut the fuck up!”

Eric lunged for Everett, swinging wildly. He managed to dodge the first few punches before Eric’s fist made contact with his jaw. Everett kept his chin tucked and rolled with the blow to minimise the impact. He shook it off and looked at Eric, who was panting slightly from the barest amount of exertion.

“Hmm. Disappointing,” Everett said with a derisive curl of his lip.

That seemed to enrage him even more than the idea that he couldn’t satisfy a woman. Eric charged at him again, and Everett only just managed to catch the glint of metal in his fist as he dodged the first jab.

Shit.

Bleeding out on the concrete in front of Juno’s uni was not on his to-do list today. Eric seemed determined to change that, spittle flying and eyes crazed. Feinting attacks before rushing forward, his blade hellbent on finding a crucial vein in Everett’s neck.

Just hold him off long enough until—

A deafening electrical buzz cleaved through the air and Eric convulsed violently, his knife clattering to the ground.

Ollie was wincing, a taser in his outstretched hand. “Did…did I get him?” he asked, peeking out through one eye.

“Yes, brother, you did,” Everett laughed, kicking the weapon out of reach before pulling Ollie into a relieved hug.

Ari finally stepped into view, his phone held aloft and recording. One of many cameras pointed at them that day. The three alphas surrounded the groaning pile of excrement on the ground.

“Attempted kidnapping, assault, and possession of a deadly weapon. Have I left anything out, boys?” Ari rattled off casually.

“Yes,” Everett said. He knelt down by the pitiful, still twitching alpha and spoke directly into his ear. “Thinking we would ever let you get anywhere close to Juno.”

“Oh and congratulations, Eric!” Ollie grinned. “You just violated your parole.”