Page 103 of Mated By the Alphas
“I’ve gotten in contact with some of the bear shifters in Canada. There’s been a few upgrades. Newer armor, some kind of alloy that protects them from our fangs and our claws. Made from the same stuff as their weapons,” Wyatt says. “Bullets that can pierce even an Alpha’s hide.”
“I feared as much,” I growl, shaking my head.
Ansley approaches and I reach out to take her hand, pulling her into my lap and holding a hand on her belly. I can feel the first pulses of my child’s life. It’s simultaneously an energizing and calming feeling, despite the chaos around me. I’d do anything to make sure this baby and his mother are safe.
“Tired of playing with your sword?” I tease playfully, nuzzling her neck.
“I still can’t get the fire to come back,” she huffs, leaning against me. “Maybe it only happens when I need it? That seems to be when I have my visions.”
“Perhaps,” Wyatt says. “The vampire called you divine fury.”
“And little angel child when he was trying to bite my neck,” Ansley replies, shivering. “Maybe there’s an angel soul inside me? I mean, maybe that’s why the sword caught fire?”
“We’re so far outside the realm of understanding what you are that I would believe it,” Wyatt smiles as he reaches for my hand.
“You certainly are an angel,” I chuckle, squeezing Ansley’s ass. “Except when I have to spank you for being a naughty little devil.”
“You wouldn’t spank me,” she teases, rubbing her ass against my crotch in a way she knows makes me hard. “I’m pregnant.”
“That baby can withstand much worse than a spanking,” I laugh, bending her forward a little and swatting her ass. “We’ve got a strong bloodline.”
“Yeah, well, I hope the baby comes out and bites you for it,” Ansley says, settling back into my lap.
“Guys, we’ve got a problem!” Storm yells.
Suddenly, it’s high alert. I shift Ansley to the seat beside me and get up. My other brothers beat me to the monitors, but I push to the front.
“What’s happening?” I growl.
“Our accounts. They’ve been hacked,” Storm shouts, dragging a hand across his face. “No, no, fuck! They know who we are! Our Third Forms.”
“No fucking way,” I yell. “We made sure the identities couldn’t be traced! You said they were safe!”
“I thought they were! I don’t know how they figured it out,” Storm snaps back. “But we’re exposed. The shell companies. The LLCs. Identities. Everything.”
“They know about the safehouses,” Jaxton points out. “And The Den. We have to move, and we have to move now.”
“Everyone! Grab what you need, we have to go!” I yell out.
It’s panic and pandemonium. We shift into our Third Forms and get dressed. Even if we’re exposed, our Third Forms are safer. Except I have to do a double take when I see one I haven’t seen since my youth.
“Jaxton! Damn,” I say, nodding in approval. “You can use your Third Form again.”
“Our mate,” he says, glancing at Ansley, who is trying to explain to Daisy that alcohol isn’t a priority. “She’s incredible.”
“Let’s get a move on,” I call, walking towards Ansley and taking the bottle of whiskey. “For once, I agree with her. Grab a few bottles.”
We settle on two SUVs. I’ll drive the first one, with Remy, Ansley and Wyatt. Storm will drive the other, with Daisy, and Jaxton. Storm’s a better driver than me, even before becoming an Alpha, but I have to protect the woman carrying my child.
“One of the safehouses just went up in flames!” Storm yells, slapping the side of his SUV. “Move, move, move!”
It’s dark. If they burn all our safehouses, they’ll light up the city. We won’t be around to see it. Maybe that’s for the best. I don’t want to watch everything burn. Neither do my brothers.
We’ve got cash, a good amount of that. We’ve got cryptocurrency on thumb drives. More than enough to start over. We’ll still be wealthy men, wherever we land, but first we’ve got to find somewhere safe.
We make it close to the edge of the city before I hear the helicopters approaching.
“No, fuck, no!” I yell, slamming my hand on the steering wheel. “Storm, can you hear me? We’ve got to get off the road. Kill the headlights.”
