Plus Size Luna Obsession

Chapter 13

Aurora's POV

The speakers made another static sound as Mother Grey let out a dry, mean laugh that made my teeth hurt.

"You have so much anger," the old woman said from the wall speakers. "You sound just like your mother used to sound. And look what happened to her. Being stubborn is bad for your health, Aurora. And today, your time has finally run out."

Before I could answer her back, a loud crashing sound came from the glass doors on the balcony.

"They are landing on the terrace!" Marcus yelled from the back of the room over the sound of gunshots.

Smith did not hesitate. He reached out and grabbed my hand tightly, squeezing it for a fast second before pulling out his big gun. "Stay behind me," he said in a tone that showed he was trying to protect me.

"I don't stay behind anybody, Smith," I said back, though a warm feeling went through my chest because he cared so much about my safety. "Let's move!"

We ran together toward the terrace doors just as Rio and Marcus started shooting at soldiers coming down ropes from the hovering helicopter. The strong wind from the helicopter blades blew through the broken glass windows, throwing papers, dirt, and curtains all over the room like a tiny storm. The noise was so loud that it was almost impossible to hear anything else.

Two soldiers landed on the slick balcony floor with their guns raised, but Rio moved too fast for them. His silver blades flashed through the dark, wet air, cutting their gear straps and knocking their guns away before they could even aim. Marcus kept shooting at the open door of the aircraft, forcing the pilot to pull the helicopter up so it would not take direct hits to the engine.

"They are trying to push a big plastic tunnel onto the balcony!" Marcus shouted against the loud wind, pointing at a thick tube coming down from the bottom of the flying helicopter.

"Not while I am standing here," I growled.

I ran right past Smith and Rio, my heavy boots sliding a little on the wet floor before I jumped up onto the stone balcony wall. The strong wind hit my face hard, trying to push me off, but I locked my legs against the iron bars of the railing to keep my balance.

The big tube swung wildly in the strong rain, carrying a heavy soldier right toward the edge of our balcony. As the soldier reached out his gloved hands to grab the stone pillar, I brought my heavy combat boot down hard right onto his fingers.

The soldier let out a loud cry of pain, losing his grip completely and falling backward into the dark, rainy night below.

Before I could pull my foot back, someone pushed me hard from behind.

Another soldier had climbed up from the lower part of the terrace, slamming his heavy shoulder right into my back. My boots slipped on the wet, slick stone, and for a terrifying second, the city lights below spun around in the air as I tipped backward off the building ledge.

"AURORA!"

Smith's voice roared louder than the helicopter engine.

Before I could drop into the dark air, a giant, strong hand reached over the wall and grabbed the collar of my thick jacket with an iron grip. The hard pull almost hurt my shoulder, leaving me hanging in the air high above the ground.

I looked down at the tiny streetlights far below me, and then I looked up.

Smith was leaning halfway over the stone wall, his face pale with pure fear, his arm muscles bulging as he pulled my heavy weight back up with all his strength. Rio was right next to him, holding Smith's belt with one hand while grabbing my other arm to pull me safely back over the ledge.

I fell onto the wet balcony floor, coughing hard as I breathed in the cold, wet air.

Smith dropped to his knees right beside me. His hands moved all over my arms, my face, and my shoulders, checking everywhere to see if I was hurt like a man who was terrified of losing the most important thing in his life.

"Are you crazy?" Smith yelled at me, his deep voice shaking with real emotion that he usually hid from everyone else. "What were you thinking jumping up there?"

"I was thinking about keeping those men off our balcony," I panted, looking right back into his eyes even though my heart was beating like crazy inside my chest. "And you caught me, didn't you? Stop yelling at me and watch the doors!"

Smith stared at me for a second, the anger in his grey eyes mixing with so much deep love that he could not hide it. Then he let out a short, rough laugh. He pulled me close against his warm chest, burying his face into my neck for a second.

"You are going to give me a heart attack," he murmured against my skin.

"Save the hugging for later, we have more trouble!" Rio shouted over the loud noise of the engine.

I pushed gently against Smith's chest, and we both stood up quickly. The helicopter had stopped moving in the air right outside the balcony, and the big side door slid wide open.

Standing right inside the open door of the helicopter, lit up by a bright white spotlight, was Victoria Cross.

She was wearing a neat black suit, her blonde hair pulled back tightly without a single piece out of place. In her hands, she held a strange glowing rifle aimed right at my chest, a cruel smile on her face.

"This is the end for you, fat wolf," Victoria shouted over the wind, her voice full of hate. "Mother Grey says goodbye."

She pulled the trigger.

A bright blue flash of energy shot out of the gun, flying straight toward my chest.

I did not even have time to lift my silver knives to block it.

Before the energy shot could hit my body, a giant shadow jumped right in front of me. Smith threw his whole body in front of the shot, changing into his giant black wolf form right in mid-air. The blue energy hit his shoulder with a sharp pop, burning his dark fur and making a bad smell in the air.

Smith let out a loud howl that shook the glass windows of the whole apartment. It was not a cry of pain; it was a roar of complete rage.

He did not fall down. Instead, using all the heavy weight of his giant body, the black wolf leaped straight across the gap between the balcony and the flying helicopter.

Victoria's mean smile vanished instantly, replaced by absolute fear.

Smith's big jaws clamped down tight onto the metal leg of the helicopter, his sharp claws tearing into the side of the aircraft. With a powerful twist of his heavy body, he pulled his full weight downward, dragging the front of the helicopter down toward the building edge.

The pilot screamed as the turning blades hit the edge of the stone wall with a giant shower of bright sparks.

"Get back inside!" Rio yelled, grabbing my waist and pulling me backward into the living room just as the helicopter lost all its power and began to spin out of control.

With a huge explosion that shook the whole floor, the helicopter crashed into the empty roof terrace two floors below us, bursting into a giant ball of bright orange fire and dark smoke.

Everything went quiet in the penthouse, except for the crackling sound of the fire below and the heavy breathing of the four of us standing in the ruined room.

I stood still near the broken glass doors, my chest moving up and down, looking down at the burning fire below.

Through the dark smoke near the doorway behind us, heavy footsteps walked into the room.

Smith changed back into his human form. He had no shirt on, his dark skin covered in black soot, sweat, and a little blood. The burn mark on his shoulder was already closing up and healing fast like it always did for a strong Alpha. He walked slowly over to where I was standing, his grey eyes shining with a deep, strong light.

He stopped right in front of me, taking my face gently between his big hands.

"Is it over now?" I asked softly, my voice quiet against the wind blowing through the broken windows.

Smith shook his head slowly, a small, tough smile touching his lips.

"No, wildcat," he said quietly, pressing his forehead against mine. "We are just getting started."