Page 166 of My Unhinged Alphas
Chapter 26
Lena
I’m still shakingwhen Knox’s phone rings.
Not dramatically. Just those aftershocks that come when your body hasn’t caught up with what just happened to it. My knees are sore against the carpet. My mouth feels swollen. I’m only just starting to come back into myself, pulling breath in slowly, trying to get my head clear, trying not to think too hard about the fact that I just came on the floor between two men while they watched me.
Then the ringtone cuts through the room. Something tells me the call is important.
Knox answers on the first ring.
I don’t hear much at first, just the way his whole face alters. Whatever heat was in him a second ago is gone so fast it’s almost frightening. His body tightens. His voice drops into something clipped and hard. “What happened?”
I look from him to Havoc.
He’s watching Knox, no trace of a smile left on him. Just focus.
I push myself upright too quickly and have to grab the edge of the bed to steady myself. My legs feel unreliable. My heart isstill racing from the orgasm, but the reason for it has changed so abruptly my body doesn’t know where to put the panic.
Knox says, “Where are you?”
And I know.
Even before he says the name, I know.
Vale.
Something cold moves through me. The room feels wrong all of a sudden, the air heavy and stale and too warm against the fear rising in my chest.
Havoc is already pulling up his pants.
Knox says something else into the phone, sharper this time, and then the line goes silent. He stares at the screen for half a second like it might come back to life if he demands hard enough.
It doesn’t.
“What?” I ask. “What happened?”
Knox looks at me. “He was attacked,” he says.
The words hit me hard enough that I actually sway.
Havoc is moving already, grabbing his shirt, his gun, whatever he needs. Knox is doing the same, dressing at speed, every motion stripped down to purpose.
My mind trips over itself trying to catch up.
“Attacked where?”
“Your building.”
The room tilts.
For one stupid second I think of Vale in my apartment, in my kitchen, touching my things, packing my life into a bag for me because I didn’t want to lose the last of what felt like mine. And then I think of him on the ground outside it, hurt, bleeding, calling Knox.
I shake my head once, too hard. “No.”
Havoc looks at Knox. “How bad?”
“He was still conscious when he called.”
