Sage
He thought I was done.
The shots had torn through me, fire in my chest, my shoulder, and my gut. Blood everywhere. Vision blacking out. Darrius’s footsteps crunching away, cigarette already lit, victory in every drag.
But he’d miscalculated.
I’m an alpha. A real one. Not some rogue pretender.
The bullets hurt like hell, but they didn’t hit anything instantly fatal. The drug burned off faster than he expected, flushed out by the rage roaring through my blood.
My fingers twitched first. Then cracked, bones knitting, muscles forcing themselves back together. I pushed up from the dusty warehouse floor, slow and deliberate, every movement agony, but I was moving.
Darrius had his back to me, twenty yards away, cigarette glowing in the dim light. He exhaled smoke like he owned the nig
