Silenced Omega Chapter 35

Silenced Omega Chapter 35

There were more of them than both sides combined.

Their leader was a one-eyed man.

He was their common enemy, the head of the Blood Moon gang.

“How touching.” He clapped his hands, laughing. “Camden, Preston. I never thought I’d see the day.”

“Since everyone’s here, let’s settle all our old scores at once.”

With a wave of his hand, a horde of high-ranking Alpha fighters charged.

“Protect Laney!”

Camden and Preston shouted in unison.

The next second, the three men instinctively formed a defensive circle, with Laney at its center.

Blades flashed. Blood soon stained the forest floor.

Archer was the fastest, but his previous injuries slowed him down.

Camden and Preston fought with reckless abandon, using their own bodies to block attacks.

Preston, already wounded in both shoulders, took several more cuts and could barely stand.

Camden was stabbed in the chest, his breathing growing ragged as if his lung had been punctured.

Laney was trapped in the middle of the carnage, watching these three men fight for her life, her mind a chaotic storm.

She didn’t know what to feel.

Her child was dead.

Her womb had been removed.

Her pheromones were gone.

This was all far too late.

The battle raged on.

In the end, thanks to Archer’s explosive power and the desperate efforts of Camden and Preston’s men, the Blood Moon gang finally retreated.

But the cost was high.

Archer was on one knee, gasping for breath, blood flowing from a dozen new wounds.

The gold in his eyes was beginning to fade.

Camden clutched his chest, his face deathly pale. It looked as if his lung had been damaged after all.

Preston was in even worse shape, practically a man made of blood, but his eyes were still on Laney.

“Are you… all right…”

Laney didn’t answer him.

She ran to Archer’s side and helped him up.

“Archer, how are you?”

Archer managed a weak smile.

“I’ll live… Sorry. I promised I’d get you away—”

“Don’t talk. I’ll find you a doctor.”

Laney tore a strip of fabric from her clothes and pressed it clumsily against his worst wound.

Camden and Preston stood a few feet away, watching her, a cold dread spreading through them.

Laney didn’t even look at them.

They had taken blades for her. They had bled for her. They had nearly died for her.

But from beginning to end, her eyes were only for Archer.