The Two Alphas of Rosewood Creek [MxM]

Chapter 30

Warning: Graphic violence ahead ⚠ ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

Theo and Nate thundered through the room like a pair of angry bowling balls. They knocked down anyone who was inclined to fight them. The neatly organized rows of plastic chairs were sent flying across the aisles as hoards of innocent bystanders fled out of their way, allowing a small group of guards to swarm the pair from all sides. I remained at the front of the room, immobilized‒too rattled by the sight of it all to even think. This wasn't the Rosewood cafeteria. There wasn't anything I could do to stop them.

Intermittent dominant growls shook the room. Theo snapped someone's arm in half, and bone ruptured from the skin in concert with shrieks of pain from the foolish attacker. Nate tagged in, sweeping the attacker off his trembling feet; and the sight of the man's mangled forearm sticking up perpendicular from the floor sent lurching waves of nausea up from my gut. My cheeks felt heavy and the skin of my scalp spasmed.

To see such things in movies was one thing; there was always a minute detail that I could notice‒that I could fixate on to distract me from the gruesomeness, like the scant reflection of a crew member. Maybe a forgotten camera in the background somewhere. The unnatural color tone of a CGI blood spurt. Any one little thing like that, my attention would latch onto and I'd know it was all fake, and that I could safely keep watching.

But Nate and Theo were like a pair of loose bowling balls striking down every pin in the room. Sweat beaded all over my body, and I wondered if they could do it... Or rather if they would do it.

Would they? Mow down every last snarling dog in here... Every last one just to get to me?

It seemed too extreme. It seemed as if someone might get killed. Blood was smeared profusely across the linoleum. It was hard to imagine, not two minutes prior, that everyone sat in folding chairs and raised their hands in turn to speak. It was hard to imagine that I was the cause of all this. And yet I was. At every brief flash of their eyes I could manage to steal, Nate and Theo looked at me in pain, and it was pain from the mere sight of me‒battered and bruised on the floor. It seemed that they felt my pain more than their own, and that each blow they couldn't manage to dodge only served to propel them more furiously through the writhing ball of brawling enforcers.

"Theo... Nate, stop!" My plea had no audible hope of reaching them, but I slowly gathered an unwillingness to watch inertly from the sidelines. Kash and James ran over to me and frantically held me back, knowing full well what I wanted to do next.

"Remy, don't! You're already beaten up enough," Kash bawled, tears streaming down his face as he desperately helped James restrain me.

I slowly managed to push him off, staggering to my feet as I approached the two wild beasts who were assaulting a dwindling wave of attackers. Kira, who seemed to be holding her own, was engaging Theo tit for tat‒block for block. Nate, only a few feet away, was making light work of three straggling aggressors, picking them off one by one.

"Nate, Theo, please...Stop," I bellowed meekly. Tyrus, who stood idly guarding a few of the council members, locked onto my presence. "Someone secure the rogue! Don't let those two get to him!"

Tyrus shouted some more orders, motioning to some enforcers who'd managed to scramble away from the main frenzy and regroup near the podium. I shut my eyes hard and curled back into a ball on the floor, bracing for an unforgiving hail of steel toes and fists. But just when I thought myself beyond escape, I could feel myself plucked delicately off the ground, a warm embrace pulling me to some kind of relative safety. It was Nate!

"Hey there Curly, I got you," Nate held me in his arms as he whisked me away, making a swift break back towards the front doors. Theo, barely dodging a swinging left hook from Kira, eyed us from across the room and quickly fled from the she-wolf's reach as he raced to join us.