This time, instinct takes over completely.
I duck low and slam my shoulder into her midsection with every ounce of strength I can muster. She stumbles back with a surprised yelp but catches herself quickly.
“You f*****g Omega b***h!” she screams, her voice breaking with raw rage.
She lunges again—her claws slicing through air—but doesn’t make it far this time.
A large hand shoots out from seemingly nowhere and grabs her wrist mid-swing with unyielding force. The motion is so sudden that Brielle freezes mid-attack. Her head jerks up sharply to see who dared to stop her.
The growl that follows is low but primal—a sound that silences the entire hallway instantly.
My heart leaps into my throat as I look up too, expecting Jaxson to be standing there...but it isn’t him.
It’s Ryker.
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