Page 90 of Ruined Omega

A shot wings Baen’s shoulder, drawing a red cut across his skin. I cry out for him, but he is totally unfazed by the wound. He slams his elbow into the throat of the Farlander who fired the shot, collapsing his windpipe.

But the Farlanders keep coming.

A knot of unarmed Farlanders charge toward us. They bear down on Sloane and Lily, who are unprotected.

“No!” I shout. “Tal, help them!”

With a savage roar, Tal throws himself off of me and intercepts the Farlanders. He’s outnumbered three to one, but he tears into them like a raging bear.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of a small, pale body moving quickly.

Sickorax, the omega witch!

So, these are the same Farlanders who held us captive. I don’t know where Abaddon is, but if his witch is here, he can’t be far behind.

The witch rushes toward Tal’s undefended back. The bone-talon on her index finger is poised to stab him between the shoulders.

“Tal, look out!” I cry.

But he can’t hear me over the din of the battle raging in the temple.

I’ll have to protect my Alpha on my own.

Leaping to my feet, I sprint across the floor with a speed I didn’t even know I possessed, and I launch myself at the witch.

Maybe it’s my new omega physiology that allows me to move this way. Or maybe it’s the depth of my bond with my Alphas that makes me so protective. Probably it’s a combination of the two.

All I know is that I’m not going to let this bitch hurt my man.

I land on her back like a rabid monkey. My arms curl around her her neck to choke her. My legs bend around her waist.

“Stay away from him!” I scream. My voice is so wild and feral that it surprises even me.

But the omega witch is no pushover. She answers my cry with a high, keening shriek that makes my skin crawl. The world seems to spin around me. I’m thrown head over heels and land with a crushing impact on my back. Every last molecule of air is forced out of my lungs.

In a flash, the witch is on top of me. Her talon stabs downward toward my face. I catch her wrist just in time to stop the attack. The razor sharp point quivers just inches from my nose.

I don’t know how long I can hold her off.

“Die,” she hisses between her rotten teeth. “Die…”

My arms burn with exertion from holding her back. Another second, and I won’t be able to hold on any longer. That awful talon will stab straight through my face.

I’m no fighter. I have no training in combat. So I do the only thing I can think of.

I kick the witch as hard as I can, straight in the cunt.

That buys me a couple of seconds at least. The witch lets out a nasty grunt of pain. Her dark, crazy eyes bug out, and her jaw hangs slack. The pressure of her arm with the talon loosens.

And loosens…

And loosens some more.

Her face, which is already chalky white, now takes on a sickly gray-green hue. Her cracked lips mumble incoherently, not even forming real words, just weird mindless sounds. Her black eyes fade to an unhealthy, pearly gray.

Damn, surely I didn’t kick her that hard…

A muscled arm catches around the witch’s throat. Tal’s arm. Having dealt with the Farlander males, he has now seen that I’m in trouble, and he is saving me. With a protective roar, he drags the witch off of me.