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Did he just admit to killing Papa?
“I had your little slut of a mother taken care of at the same time. I would’ve let her live if she would’ve climbed on my knot like a good fucking omega. But no, she couldn’t betray our father—even after I told her he was dead. It was easy to take care of her when she was a sobbing mess. She didn’t even fight me when I dragged her to her car. Do you know she didn’t even try to save herself when I sent her car careening off the cliff? She didn’t love any of you enough to stick around for you once she knew he was gone. Pathetic.”
My head spins with the realization that he’s the reason for all the pain in my life.
Everything happens at once.
The sound of a gun going off. Once. Twice. Three times.
Something hits the wall.
Christian pushes me to the floor and covers me with his body.
The growls of my pack as they force their way into the room.
A scream of pain.
A wailing cry of despair.
Oh, wait. That last one came from me.
“Drop the fucking gun,” Mack barks, and I hear the weapon hit the ground.
I have no idea who shot whom, but I know I wasn’t hit.
I can’t seem to stop my wails as I push at Christian.
Please don’t let him be hit.
“I’m okay, Luna. I’m okay. I wasn’t shot. Breath for me.” It takes a moment for Christian’s words to sink in, and I fall silent as he cups my face.
“Then who?” I finally ask.
“Matías shot Fabian.” He presses a kiss to my forehead before helping me to my feet.
My eyes scan the space, taking in everything.
Fabian lies in a pool of his own blood—two shots to the head and one to the chest.
JC fights against Mack as he tries to get to Matías, who Mack has pinned to the floor with his hands behind his back.
“Mack! Stop!” I rush over, throwing myself at my alpha as if I can knock him off my brother.
Mack frowns as I bounce off him and hit the floor. “Are you okay, Luna?”
“Get off my brother!” I slam my hand into his arm as he blinks at me before glancing down at Matías.
“He had a gun in his hand.”
I growl in frustration. “Because he shot Fabian!”
Mack stands swiftly, tucking his gun into the back of his pants. “Uh, sorry, man. All I knew was that there were gunshots in the same room as my mate.”
Matías huffs as he rolls onto his back. “Mate?”
“Mine.” I crawl over to him, grabbing his hand. “Are you okay? Please tell me you’re okay?”
“Me?” He snorts. “Are you okay? We thought you were dead.”
