The Alpha's Nanny - Sam Crescent Page 0,27
took him hard, weakening him.
No.
Don’t give up.
Fight.
He stood tall, fighting the effects of the gas. He was an alpha and nothing took him down. Whatever they had thrown at them had fallen most of his men. Only the strongest were able to fight off the effects, but it was enough to free most of the prisoners.
Looking toward the edge of the perimeter where they’d attacked from, he saw three men. There was always one guy who felt he should be the last one to leave, and Rocko grabbed him.
The truck went, leaving behind a trail of mess.
The gas fog lifted and with it, the effects, but it lasted long enough for most of the humans to make their escape.
“What the fuck was that?” Lucas asked, coughing.
“Science, research. I don’t fucking know. Get this fence repaired. I want any available man on it, and don’t stop until it’s fixed.”
“Rocko, we’ve got some fallen men. They’ve been shot in the head,” Brian said.
“Brian!” A feminine scream filled the air.
Rocko saw through the clearing where Amber was on the ground. One of her legs was missing.
“Oh, baby, I’ve got you.”
“I … I don’t know what happened. I was carrying my dress home ready for this weekend and it … oh … my leg.”
“Get the doctor,” Rocko said, yelling the orders.
His men didn’t allow their anger to interfere with their work. One of their own was down and now they needed to do everything they could to fix it.
The men had known where the prisoners were and how to distract them.
“Get Phillip,” Rocko said.
“You don’t seriously believe he had anything to do with this.”
“He fell for one of the prisoners and none of them are here, are they?”
“Interrogate the one you captured.”
Rocko had already handed the prisoner to another man to chain up. He needed to take care of the fallen and help the doctor. “I’m not taking any chances that little shit is running off with his woman or whoever the fuck it is. Do as I say.”
“Have you checked your house?” Lucas asked.
Rocko paused. “What?”
“They took all the humans. What if they went for Winter?” he asked. “She could have been playing you.”
He sliced his hand down. “I’ve gone through this before. It’s not fucking happening.”
“The men are going to want to know if you trust her truly. You have her in your home with easy access to communicating outside.”
“There is no communication outside. She has access to a single television, that’s it. There’s nothing else for her to do.” He knew his argument was pointless.
“Rocko?”
He heard Winter’s voice and the sound of screams. Tensing up, ready to fight, he looked toward his home and saw her holding the baby.
“Rocko! Lucas! Anyone!” Her voice sounded afraid as it quivered. “Is everyone okay?”
His pack stopped. The entire town froze as they looked toward her. The fog had cleared and he looked toward her.
She stopped and he looked at her.
“I heard the explosion and the windows exploded. Daphne’s okay.”
The closer she got, he saw the cuts on her body.
He didn’t think, only reacted. Going to her, he tried to take Daphne from her. “I need to have her.”
“She’s fine.”
“But you’re not and you’ve got glass in your body.”
“We need another doctor,” Lucas said.
“I don’t know what happened.”
Neither did he, but he was going to find out. He went to cup her cheek but stopped himself. She was bleeding and there appeared to be a piece of glass in her cheek. It wasn’t deep.
The explosion would have caused a ricochet. He hadn’t thought to go and check on Winter and Daphne, believing they were safe. He’d fucked up.
“I’m fine,” Winter said. “What happened?”
“I’ll tell you later.” He looked beyond her shoulder and found nothing there. Releasing a curse, he gritted his teeth and then grabbed her arm, taking her to the secure building where he had all the feeds from the cameras set up. Daphne wriggled in her arms and he was tempted to take her, but he held himself back, not wanting to cause a scene.
His pack was already vying for blood.
“What happened, Rocko?”
“I’ll tell you later. For now, stay here. Don’t let anyone in.” He pointed at the locks, not that it would actually protect her from any of his pack trying to get in to hurt her.
“I’m scared,” she said.
“I know. I’ve got to deal with it.” He wanted to kiss her but again, because of her wounds, he forced himself to stay in check. “I’ve got to go.” He didn’t look