Chapter Nineteen

Battle at Eastern

Part Six

Sam

Don’t worry Sam. Dallas has a plan. Attack when he does.

Zack’s voice entered my mind as I gaped at the scene unfolding in front of me. Some huge dude named Rocky had a gun at my best friends head—but apparently he had a plan.

Before I could even try and decipher what it was, Rocky was on his ass and his gun had flown across the room. Shit does this mean I have to fight now?

A blow to my abdomen answered that question for me. I looked up angrily and was met with the face of the disgusting rogue we had captured. His eyes were shifting in all directions and he was drooling. I sprung forward and dove my claw right under his heart. He yelped as I continued thrusting my claw up—trying my hardest to kill the bastard. His flailing limbs began to settle and his eyes fell signaling my victory.  His body collapsed on my arm—my paw still inside him—and I recoiled in disgust, tossing his body aside and scanning the area for any more threats. In front of me Dallas was pummeling in Caleb’s face. Caleb was the man who said that he hurt Troye-- no wonder Dallas was beating the absolute shit out of him.

The guy was barely conscious from the impact of Dallas’ fists on his body. He was spitting up blood. Dallas pulled away from the man for a second, catching his breath. But then the man smiled, and hell, Dallas did not like that. He charged forward, ramming Caleb into the wall. He pulled himself off him, then grabbed his neck and hoisted him up off the ground, slowly cutting off his air supply.

I cringed, but didn’t say anything. If Dallas wanted to kill him, so be it. He deserved it.

“Dallas!”

I turned around to see Cody watching the same scene I was watching. He had screamed Dallas’ name to get his attention. Dallas snapped his neck in Cody’s direction displaying a menacing glare.

Cody didn’t seemed too phased by it. “The goal of a scout is to capture the enemy not kill him!”

Dallas sneered at Cody’s words. “Well I’m not a fucking scout. I am an Alpha.”

And with those final words, Dallas plunged his claws into Caleb’s heart with as much hate and anger as I’ve ever seen in my entire 18 years of existence. As Caleb fell to the ground Dallas watched him the whole time, a sinister look in his eyes. Dallas looked truly evil for the first time in his life.

A frightening growl in front of me turned my attention away from Dallas. It was the she wolf with the blue hair challenging me to a fight. I scoffed at her. Seriously?

She charged towards me, her fists swinging. But before she could even touch me, my leg shot out causing her to tumble to the ground. She squealed and turned to fight one of the scouts, obviously annoyed that I didn’t fight fairly. I smirked.

In front of me was that weird guy Damien, standing there in the middle of all the fighting. He was examining something on his nail, seemingly oblivious to the entire situation going on around him.

“What the hell are you doing just standing there?” I yelled, stepping up to him. He glanced up at me and smiled.

“I could ask you the same thing Sam,” he responded quietly. His voice was low and soothing to the ear. I just glared back at him.

“Well then let me ask you something. Why are you so indifferent to this whole situation when you’re the one orchestrating it?” I asked.

His eyes dashed back and forth, latched on to something behind me—he wasn’t listening to me.

His gaze finally found my eyes a second later. “Hold on a sec,” he mumbled, then pushed me to the side of him. I turned around to curse at him, only to be met with a scene I would not have expected.

Rocky was charging towards us—well, towards me. Damien quickly intercepted Rocky’s pursuit, though. Before Rocky could touch me, Damien’s hands found Rocky’s neck. With one quick flick of Damien’s wrists, Rocky’s neck was broken and he had tumbled to the ground unconsciously.

Just as soon as the thud of Rocky’s body sounded, Damien turned and faced me again—the same dull look present on his face.

“Sorry, what were you saying?”

My mouth hung open. How the fuck was he so calm about this?! He just killed a member of his own team in 2 seconds without a moment’s hesitation. There has to be something wrong with this kid. But surprisingly, instead of being scared shitless of the dude, I was interested and amazed by his skill.

“How the hell did you do that?” I heard myself ask him. Damien’s eyes widened and his lips turned up into a smile.

“I’ll teach you if you want!” His low voice was now full of excitement. I grinned.

“Oh my god that would be awesome!” I responded with the same urgency.

What the fuck was that? This guy just killed his own partner and now I was practically ready to go on a freakin picnic with him! Jesus Sam get your shit together, this is a battle not some speed dating event.

I looked away from him, breaking the awkward smiling-gaze we had going on. While we were speaking the fighting had died down. The scouts, who looked exhausted, tied down most of the rogues—including Grey. The only person who hadn’t been captured was Damien. My eyes searched the rest of the room.

Blue haired girl was lying on the floor—presumably dead. Among her were Rocky, Caleb, and the rogue we had captured before. Only three people were tied up, including Grey. Zack and Cody were monitoring them. Colette was still tied up in a chair in the fair corner of the room. Across from her stood—actually he wasn’t standing—a torn up Dallas.

He was hunched over, his hands on his knees and his breathing coming out in uneven labored gasps. He looked like he was about to vomit.

“Woah, should you go check on him Sam? I’ll come with you if you want,” Damien spoke up. I looked over at him and nodded. For some reason I didn’t want to be alone right now.

We slowly approached the distraught werewolf. He didn’t even look up when I placed a hand on his shoulder. I could tell he was sobbing. He was trying to conceal it, trying to seem like an impassable leader, but his act was up. He wasn’t the alpha right now. He was the grieving brother.

I swallowed back the lump in my throat at the thought of a beat up Troye lying cold on the floor somewhere. I pulled myself away from Dallas as my eyes welled up with tears for the little omega.

Suddenly I was wrapped up in powerful arms. I collapsed into them, embracing the contact and sweet smell of cinnamon. I knew it was Damien. For some reason I felt so unbelievably comfortable around him and I couldn’t explain it.

“S-Sam?”

Dallas’ broken voice shattered my heart. I pulled myself off of Damien and bent down next to Dallas, my hand on his shoulder, Damien’s on mine.

“Hi Dallas,” I whispered back.

Dallas looked up at me, then at Damien. He closed his eyes and began to shake his head.

“Dallas I think you should go downstairs,” Damien said next to me. I turned to look at him, extremely confused.

Dallas glanced at Damien, mirroring my expression. “I… I can’t. I can’t see him…if he…” Dallas broke off into sobs again. I rubbed my hand across his back and glared at Damien.

“No. No Dallas you have to go down there. Now.” Damien said, and this time he followed through. He pulled both of us off the ground effortlessly and shoved Dallas towards a door close by. Dallas gulped and turned to give me a parting glance. I nodded back at him for encouragement. He paused, then took a deep breath and disappeared behind the door.

Dallas

The stairwell was completely pitch black and the wooden stairs creaked. I took in a shaky breath and placed my hands on the walls to steady my quivering body.  My feet hit the bottom of the steps and I closed my eyes, mentally preparing for whatever I would see down here. I took a deep breath in and stepped into the lit up hallway.

A little further ahead of me there was a doorway with light emerging from the room behind it. I headed towards it, but stopped in my tracks as I noticed the outline of a person guarding the mystery room.

I stepped forward and yanked the person back to face me. He was a dirty looking man—most likely a rogue. His face was turned up into a shocked expression. I pulled my fist back and rammed it into his face.

“That was for Troye,” I seethed in his face as his eyes widened. Summoning all my energy, I dug my claws into his throat as blood spurted out at me, his lifeless body falling.

“And that. That was for me.”

He dropped to the ground as I released my claws from his neck. I stepped over his body and stepped into the room, feeling no remorse.

The light was streaming in from small windows high up on the wall. I was in a basement. It looked like it was used for storage. Large shelving units with mysterious items littered the side of the room that I had entered. The room looked like it went on forever with those large shelves in organized rows. I sighed. This wasn’t what I expected to find down here.

I felt my hopeful shoulders slump and my heart become heavier. This was it. He wasn’t here.

“D-Dallas?” A voice squeaked from behind me. I spun on my heel to face where the voice had come from.

“DALLAS!” The voice shouted again. My heart pounded a mile a minute. The voice sounded like Troye’s. I forced my blurry vision to focus and my eyes narrowed in on a figure lying against the wall about 10 ft away from me.

I took a couple steps towards it as my eyes cleared up. Right in front of me was Troye—completely alive and intact—his arms and legs chained to one of the large shelving units.

Sobs bubbled up from my chest and as hard as I tried to push them down, I felt them escape. I broke down and fell against the wall next to me, tears streaming down my face and Troye’s name forming on my lips over and over again.

“Dallas would you get your pretty little ass over here please” Troye screeched. I laughed deeply and pushed myself off the wall. I quickly gained my composure and was kneeling in front of Troye in less than a second.

I grabbed at the rope tying him down and began to untie it while simultaneously trying to stare at his beautiful face. He was beaming down at me, unshed tears welling up in his eyes.

“Would you hurry up Dallas?” he whispered after a few minutes of my attempts to unlatch him.

I chuckled. “What’s the rush pup?”

He squirmed under my gaze. “I… I just want to touch you...Now,” he whispered nervously.

My heart sped up. “Well in that case…”

I stopped trying to fumble with the ropes and instead I quickly bit through them with my K9s.

The second I tore the last one away from Troye’s wrist, he was on top of me. The grip we had on each other was unbreakable. He burrowed his head in my neck and took deep breaths, each of his exhalations igniting every inch of my body.

I wound my fingers through his soft hair and once again began to sob softly. I’ve cried more today than I have in my entire life.

Troye pulled away from me slightly; his grip was still on my body, but he was able to look into my eyes.

“Dal don’t cry,” he whispered, running his thumbs under my eyes to catch my tears. His words and actions only made me cry harder.

I took a deep breath and tried to speak. “It’s just that…They…They told me you were dead,” I finally choked out.

Troye’s eyes flickered then he began to smile.

“Well silly, I’m certainly not dead. So why don’t you just kiss me already?”

I didn’t even smile or laugh, all I did was press my lips to his with a hunger I’ve never had in my entire life. He pushed against me just as fiercely, our bodies intertwining. I felt my back touch the cool concrete floor and suddenly he was on top of me. He bit my bottom lip seductively and I let out a low moan as his tongue delved into my mouth. I gripped the back of his head and pulled it closer to me, eager for his proximity. I’ve never felt the need to be as close to anyone in my entire life.

As we kissed I could practically feel my heart mending itself and I realized something. I realized I never wanted to be with anyone but him. No one else could make me happier or make me laugh harder. He was the best thing in my life and I realized it wasn’t just because he was a good brother or a caring omega; it was because I was in love with him.

I slowly pulled away from his face and picked our bodies off the floor so we were in an upright position.

“Dallas? What’s wrong?” he questioned in that adorable little voice of his, his cheeks and lips flushed red.

I smiled broadly. “Nothing is wrong pup. Everything is perfect. I couldn’t ask for anyone better.”

His face turned a deeper shade of pink as I kissed the tip of his nose. “Dal!” he squeaked through his giggles.

I pulled him into yet another bone crushing embrace as the thought of him disappearing from my life forever entered my mind. I pushed it away, though and focused on the beautiful creature in my arms. He was perfect. He was my everything and that’s all that mattered.

I pulled away from the embrace to stare into his crystal blue eyes that never fail to make my heart—and crotch, for that matter—pound with desire.

“God Troye, you have no idea how much I love you,” I muttered, pressing my forehead to his.

His sharp intake of breath surprised me. Didn’t he know? Didn’t he know how much he meant to me?

“What?” he squeaked?

I sighed and looked into his eyes again. “I said I love you. Hell, I am in love with you Troye. How can you not see that? You are so perfect and alluring and I just can’t get enough of you. The way you make me laugh and the fact that I’m always happy when I’m around you. All of it. It’s love, Troye.”

He stared at me, his eyes wide and his mouth gaping open. But, before he could respond to my declaration of love, loud voices coming towards us shook him out of his bewildered state and into an alarmed one.

We looked up to see Sam and Damien walking towards us, smiles on their faces. Sam sped over and latched his arms around whatever piece of Troye he could get considering the fact that I was holding on to him for dear life.

“Troye! It’s so good to see you dude! We thought… we thought you were gone buddy,” Sam whispered the last part as he let go of Troye’s body. I grit my teeth at how close Sam was getting to my pup, and I guess Damien noticed, because he grabbed Sam’s shoulders and pulled him back into his chest. I was surprised to see Sam lean back in to him, as if they have done that a million times, when in reality they met an hour ago.

I glanced back down at Troye who was smiling that adorable grin of his again and I couldn’t help but to press my lips against his yet again. This time he was the one to pull me in closer to his face, savoring the intimacy.

I pulled Troye further on my lap and his ass dug into my crotch sending another rush of pleasure there. I moaned as he pulled away from my mouth and began sucking on my neck. I slid my hands underneath his t-shirt and began working my way up. All I wanted to do was touch his naked flesh and savor the sweetness of his kisses.

“Dallas!” I heard Sam shout my name from across the room but I ignored him, pulling Troye’s face back to my lips again. We two moaning hot messes and could not be bothered by anyone or anything.

“Dallas! I’m talking to you!” Sam shouted again, but this time I pulled away from Troye to glare at Sam for interrupting a second time.

“What?” I growled in response, eager to return to Troye’s lips.

“Dude you gotta go talk to Colette, she was begging for you earlier,” Sam said. My nose scrunched upwards in disgust. Couldn’t she just deal?

“Can’t you see I’m fucking busy Sam?” I growled again. Sam looked back at me disapprovingly and shook his head.

“Dallas you are her mate. You need to go see if she’s alright,” Sam responded in his know-it-all tone that I always hated when we were kids.

“Well if you care about her so much why don’t you go check on her!”

Sam huffed at my response and stomped up to me, clearly annoyed.

 “She is your mate!!” He screamed back at me.

I began to untangle myself from Troye to retaliate, but a smooth French voice filled my ears before I could complete the task.

“And she is right here,” Colette spoke. I glanced up at her. She looked pissed. “So Dallees, can I get a proper hug?”

I grumbled as I finished detaching myself from Troye. She sauntered up to me, her hips swaying confidently as if she wasn’t tied up by lunatics two minutes before.

I gave her a half-hearted one-armed hug and stepped backwards, pulling Troye closer to me. I rested my hand on the small of his back protectively and Colette sneered at me in response.

Sam cleared his throat. He was feeling the awkwardness. Then Colette spoke up.

“Troye? I zhought ze rogues had beaten you up? Why do you look untouched?”

I turned to face Troye, waiting for his response. I was too busy kissing him that I had forgotten to ask the same question.

He looked bewildered. “The rogues didn’t touch me. They just brought me down here for being sassy or something. They never laid a paw on me.”

Confusion spread throughout the room. A moment later, Damien stepped forward.

“I think that would be Caleb’s doing. He told Grey you were dead so you didn’t have to watch them kill Dallas. I knew Caleb pretty well. He was a good guy.”

Ah shit.

Sam turned to look at me, sharing the same expression.

“What? Why do you two look so guilty?” Troye asked eagerly.

I rolled my bottom lip between my teeth. How do you tell your little brother that you brutally murdered the guy who saved his life?

Sam spoke up for me, sensing my uncomfort.

“Well Dallas kinda beat the shit out of that guy once he told Grey you had been tortured…” Sam trailed off, shifting his weight between his feet.

“Oh.” Was all Troye said. But when I looked down at him he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Well, why don’t we go upstairs and help Zack out so we can get home sooner,” Sam said after a couple of minutes.

I nodded my head in agreement. Sam and Damien began to leave the room, Colette not far behind. Just as I was about to follow, I was tugged back and came face to face with an anxious looking Troye.

“What’s up baby?” I asked, cupping my hand to his cheek. He didn’t respond, but instead he jumped up, latching his legs around my waist and his lips onto my lips. I chuckled under his lips, amused at his actions, but pulled him up higher all the same.

He dug his tongue into my mouth like his life depended on it, his kiss passionate and fierce. I returned the favor, massaging my tongue against his. He began to moan slowly and I felt my pants tighten.

His hands found their way to my bare chest, his fingers running over my nipples sending sparks of pleasure down my spine. I clutched his body tighter.

His hands began to travel further down until they reached the hem of my pants. I felt his fingers shake as he tried to undo the button to my pants.

I took one hand off Troye’s back and pulled his hands away from my pants. There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted to go further with him, but this was not the place.

After I thought he got the message, my hand found its way back to Troye’s back in order to support his weight on my body. But my efforts were to no avail. Not a second later were his hands trying