Under Attack

Macy’s POV

I woke up sweating and panting—the same dream again! This has to stop. I can’t keep dreaming about my boyfriend’s brother.

It’s been happening so often, and it’s driving me crazy.

Shaking off the thoughts, I got out of bed and got ready for work. It’s been a week since the party, and I’ve been busy as hell.

Once I was ready, I quickly left the house.

At lunchtime, I decided to eat at the restaurant across the street from my office. As I walked in, I noticed a black car parked out front, but I didn’t think much of it.

After finishing my meal in less than an hour, I returned to work.

When the workday ended, I headed to the parking lot. That’s when I noticed the same black car again.

A strange feeling crept over me, like I was being watched or followed. It made my skin crawl. Trying not to panic, I quickly got into my car and drove off.

Liam’s POV

I couldn’t help it—I needed to see her. Rage wanted her so badly, and it was getting harder to keep him under control.

“Liam, you know we could go to jail for this. This isn’t right,” Greg said, shaking his head.

“Greg, no one’s going to jail. Don’t remind me about human laws. Since when is it a crime to see my mate?”

“It’s not a crime, Alpha, but she doesn’t know you’re her mate. She only knows you as her boyfriend’s brother. Stalking her isn’t the way to go about it,” Greg replied firmly.

I knew he was right, but I didn’t care. It’s been a week since I last saw her, and the bond was killing me. I couldn’t think straight.

I couldn’t eat, sleep, or focus on anything. My father and Greg had been running the pack in my place because I was a mess. The only thing I wanted was my mate.

I sat in the car, watching her through the restaurant window. She looked stunning in the yellow floral dress she wore.

Rage growled softly in my head, his eyes shining through mine as I stared at her.

“You have to tell him, Liam. If you don’t, I will,” Rage said angrily.

“I know. I’ll tell him soon.”

“Tell him today. I’m not staying apart from her any longer. She needs to know who she belongs to—us, not Derick. She’s ours!”

“Don’t lecture me, Rage. I know she’s ours. But she’s human—she won’t just accept us like that. Let me handle this the human way.”

“Oh, the ‘human way’? You’re sitting in your car, stalking her. Very human of you,” he mocked.

“Shut the hell up, wolf. You don’t understand anything,” I snapped, shoving him down and blocking him out.

Greg chuckled beside me. “Talking to Rage again? You look pissed.”

“He’s being a pain in my ass,” I muttered.

Greg laughed louder. “He’s an animal, Liam. He doesn’t think like us. Don’t take it so hard.”

“How can I not, Greg? My brother thinks he owns my mate. My mate is in love with him. And now, I’ve got an obsessed wolf in my head driving me insane. So tell me, how do I take it easy?”

Greg didn’t reply, just stared straight ahead. Yea just what I thought.

When Macy finished her lunch and went back to her office, I stayed parked, waiting for her to finish her day.

Hours later, she finally came down to the parking lot. I noticed her looking in my direction, fear flickering across her face.

For a moment, I thought she saw me, but then I remembered the tinted windows.

“She noticed us at the restaurant,” I said quietly.

“A black car with tinted windows following me? Yeah, I’d be scared too,” Greg replied.

Just then, my phone rang. “Yes, Dad. What? How many? Shit, I’m on my way.”

Greg looked at me as I started the car. “What happened? Why are you driving like this?”

“There’s been an attack on the eastern side of the territory,” I said, my voice tense.

“What? Who would dare attack you?”

“Dad says it’s rogues.”

“How many?”

“Fifteen, but they’ve already killed seven,” I said, my grip tightening on the wheel.

Greg growled. “The hospital is in that area. We better hope things are under control. It’s been too long since I ripped apart a rogue with my bare hands.”

I sped up, my mind racing. My pack was my family. I would die before letting anything happen to them.

When we reached the border, Greg and I jumped out of the car. I immediately mind-linked the warriors.

“What’s the situation?” I asked.

“Alpha, we’ve taken down eleven of them. Four are still running,” Jackson, my head warrior, reported.

“Where are they heading?”

“Toward the pack house.”

“My father and brother?”

“They’re chasing them.”

“Secure the area. Take care of any casualties, block all exits, and don’t let a single one leave alive. Protect the cellars,” I commanded.

Greg and I shifted into our wolves and ran toward the pack house.