“Daddy?” I shiver. That word is revolting in every way imaginable. I don’t care whose genes I have, this man is nothing to me. I might throw up, that’s how disgusting he is. “What the hell do you want?”
“I want what’s mine, Omega, dear. I want what’s mine. You were always special to me, Molly. Even after you ran away.”
“You’re a sick piece of work, you know that? And if you think I’m still that frightened little eight-year-old you can make cower, you’re mistaken.”
“Oh,” he says with a slight chuckle. “I know exactly who you are. Did you really think you got away?”
“What?” I reach for my gun, but I never put it back on when I changed. He starts coming towards me, and even though he’s in his late fifties, he’s still an imposing and formidable man.
I back away, stumble on the uneven stones under my feet, and recover without ever taking my eyes off him. “Lincoln’s coming,” I say, forcing myself to act brave. “He’ll be here any minute.”
“Lincoln left you running in the woods, Molly. He doesn’t even know who you are.”
“He does,” I growl back. “And if you come any closer, I will kill you with my bare hands.”
“Oh?” He laughs again, an evil fucking laugh. “I’d really like to see you try.”
“What?”
Just then a motorcycle whines near the entrance to the maze. Lincoln. I rush the Old Man, knock him down on the ground and immediately get sick. I double over, coughing and retching, as the pain floods through my body.
“Silly girl,” the Blue Boar says. “Did you really think I wouldn’t take precautions with my investments? You can’t fight me any more than Lincoln can fight you.”
I roll on the ground, the cramps in my stomach so severe, I feel like I’m dying.
The motorcycle is getting closer and closer as it winds through the maze. “Lincoln,” I call out. But my voice is weak with pain and suffering.
The Blue Boar kicks me in the stomach, and I double over again, clutching myself and trying to curl up into a little ball.
Lincoln roars into the center of the maze, the blue light casting the shadow of his bike across the tall green hedges. He has that dark, murderous look to him as he comes at us. His jaw is grinding, his hand gripping the throttle, revving the engine.
“Ah, the hero has arrived,” Montgomery says as he bends down to grab me by the hair and drag me closer to his disturbing alter-ego statue. “But he won’t save you, Molly,” he says, whispering as he leans into my ear. “He can’t save you. Because I’m his Omega too.”
Lincoln jumps off the bike and it goes skidding into the hedges, sparks flying as the metal grinds on the stones. “Let her go,” Lincoln growls. “This fight is between me and you, Old Man. You might’ve started it, but I’m gonna finish you off—”
“Lincoln, no!” I yell, trying to warn him of the inhibitor.
But it’s too late. Lincoln charges like a bull, hitting the Blue Boar in the stomach with his head. The Old Man goes flying backwards and lands in a heap on the stones. But Lincoln is already feeling the effects. He’s on the ground, doubled over, retching and coughing.
I watch in horror as the Blue Boar gets back up and slowly pulls a gun from under his jacket. “You were always weak, Alpha Three. So attached to your pretty little killer. So filled with love and compassion. Did you really think I didn’t plan it that way? Did you really think I made her by accident?”
And then he points the gun right at Lincoln’s chest and pulls the trigger.
Chapter Forty-Six - Lincoln
I kick out, swiping my foot into the Old Man’s ankle, and he stumbles. The shot rings out and chips of stone fly up and cut my face as the bullet hits mere inches from my body. I roll, missing another shot. The inhibition poisoning is in full force and I’m doubling over on myself as the stomach pain takes over.
“Did you come here to save her, Alpha Three? How ironic. After all those years of staying away because you thought you were keeping her safe, all you did was buy me time to put my plan in action. And then, just when I thought she might need to be culled from the program due to her breakdown over Will’s death, you come through again and deliver her into my waiting arms.”
“Fuck you, you bastard.” I growl it out, my eyes trained up at his. He’s standing over me now, and even though everything in my body wants to rip his throat out, the sickness does its job. It kicks my ass and makes me heel. I am nothing but his dog.
He points his gun at my chest again, a glint of triumph in his eyes. “You did your job well, Alpha Three. But I’m afraid you’ve outlived your usefulness.”
“Stop!” Molly screams. “Stop! I’ll go with you, Montgomery. Just please, don’t kill him!”