Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(73)

The elevator doors dinged, and Rylan, several security people, and two police officers poured onto the roof. I could hear Rylan growling from clear across the space, a few other growls mixed in from the others.

“Let her go!” Rylan barked, starting to move forward, but was stopped by an officer.

Brian grunted but readjusted his arms around me, lifting me farther off the ground and stepping backward onto the roof ledge. “It didn’t have to be like this, but oh no, your little cunt ass had to go and ruin everything.”

“Please,” I begged, the fight leaving me for a moment to try to figure out how I could get away without falling off the roof. “You don’t have to do this. We can all sit down and talk, and maybe you and Brandie can-”

“Don’t you say her name!” One of his arms went back to my neck, pressing hard into it and cutting off my air for a moment.

“Why?” I croaked. “Why me? Why?”

The cops were on their walkie-talkies, and Rylan was pacing, his eyes never leaving mine. He would have stormed over to me and ripped me from Brian’s arms, but even I could see the fear in his eyes at seeing us standing on the ledge which was about two and a half feet wide.

“Sick and tired of alphas always getting everything. The fame. The fortune. The fucking omegas.” His arm loosened a bit around my neck. “They have everything!”

It was my opening. He was raging on, rambling about alphas and my pack, and I let my body go limp. His loosened hold gave way and I fell to the ledge, my body tangling with his feet.

He stumbled backward, his arms flailing to get his body to move forward, but it wasn’t enough to keep his feet on the ledge.

I screamed.

Brian screamed.

Rylan screamed.

I scrambled around, my adrenaline pumping through my body so fast I felt like I was outside of myself, watching a robot take over my body.

Brian’s stomach hit the ledge, his arms reaching, trying to find something to grab on to. I reached out to him—I don’t even fucking know why—and let him grab onto my forearms. I did the same, our arms locked together as the weight of his body pulled both of us.

Someone landed on my back, stopping my slide. Every muscle in my body hurt like it was being twisted and yanked through a small hole. My vision tunneled, the edges of it going dim, but all I could see were Brian’s fearful eyes staring back at me.

I could have just flung myself onto the roof and to safety, but I couldn’t let someone die. Brian might have been threatening to jump off the building with me, but from the look in his eyes now, I didn’t think he had wanted to go that route.

His plans had failed, whatever they entailed, and now he was just a small, desperate man whose life was now hanging on by a thread.

“Grab his other arm,” one of the other men said, lying next to me and reaching forward to pull Brian. “Pull her.”

There was a lot of grunting, and my shirt rode up, my stomach scraping along the cement ledge as we were pulled to the safety of the roof. Arms wrapped around me, and then I was sitting in Rylan’s lap, his fresh-cut wood scent surrounding me.

“What the actual fuck.” He buried his face in my neck, his purr vibrating both of us. “Why’d you do that, crazy woman?”

I trembled violently, despite the purring. “Did they save him?” I managed to get out between chattering teeth.

“Yes.” He rubbed a hand over my back. “You’re safe now.”

“Let’s get her to an exam room,” someone said. “Kayla, can you stand?”

I attempted to stand, but I was shaking so bad Rylan had to hand me off to a doctor while he got to his feet. He took me back in his arms and I put my head against his shoulder.

“Did you hit your head?” The doctor reached for my chin, looking me over. “She has a bump on her forehead.”

“He smashed my head against the door.” All at once, the pain started.

My forehead, scalp, knee, and arms hurt. Plus, my stomach was in knots and felt like it was on fire from being dragged across the cement. I groaned and tried not to cry.

The elevator dinged and we got on it, Rylan turning to face the roof. Brian was laying in the center of the helipad, his hands cuffed, his head turned to the side watching us.

I’d saved him but also hadn’t.

As the doors slid shut, I knew he’d have to live with what he did. Hopefully for the rest of his life behind bars.





CHAPTER THIRTY





Kayla





There was no tired quite like the tired after being held at stapler-point and almost being yeeted off a roof by a deranged beta. I’d ended up with a mild concussion, an adrenaline crash that felt like I’d been hit by a bus, and some bruises and scrapes.

Considering the alternative was death, I think I fared well.

Brian was in jail, held without bail until his trial, and Brandie had spilled all of their secrets. Their love affair that started online had turned into a toxic spiral of hating alphas and omegas. She hated Omega Match because the only way for her to get out of living in the omega compound was to match with an alpha, and she’d wanted Brian, who was just a beta.

They were planning on running off together to a country that didn’t have such strict regulations for omegas and alphas, and to do that they needed more money than Brian had. They wanted to be set for life, and Brian knew sports betting was a good way to double his money.