Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 713

Chapter 713: Dying Is Better

Dion skidded to a halt, throwing the bike aside before sprinting toward the wreckage. Smoke poured from the crumpled hood, the front of the car completely destroyed.

The driver’s airbag had exploded from the steering wheel, and draped over Natalie’s chest now it was deflated.

"Natalie! Natalie!" Dion shouted, panic shredding his voice as he reached the door.

The glass had shattered inward, shards scattered across the seat and glass, while the windscreen was webbed with deep, splintering cracks.

Inside, Natalie was slumped forward against the deployed airbag, blood streaking down the side of her forehead. Her eyes were open, but it was unfocused, and glassy with shock.

"Oh God..."

Dion’s hands shook violently as he fumbled with the door handle, yanking it again and again until it finally creaked open with a scream of twisted metal.

Then he rushed forward, freezing for half a second, his hands hovering over her like he was terrified touching her might break her in two.

What if she was badly injured and he made it all worse? Unfortunately, he needed to get her out of that car.

"Natalie, hey—hey, stay with me," he pleaded.

Her lashes fluttered weakly.

"Dion...?" she whispered, barely audible.

As soon as Dion heard her speak, relief hit him so hard his knees nearly gave out.

"I’m here. You’re okay. I’ve got you," he choked, carefully reaching for her this time.

People had already begun to step out of their cars, and judging by the siren wailing in the distance, someone must have called an ambulance.

Good. Good.

Except none of them offered to help as Dion lifted Natalie from the car and carried her a short distance before lowering her gently onto the ground. If anything, they all had their phones out, capturing the scene.

Dion didn’t bother with them. His entire attention was fixed on Natalie.

Natalie drifted in and out of consciousness. Everything hurt. Her head throbbed and her chest felt tight. Not to mention, Dion kept calling her name.

"Natalie, stay with me. Listen to me, don’t close your eyes. Look at me. Just me."

She had no choice but to obey, forcing her heavy lids open. But the world swam, everything blurry. Not to mention the humans were standing in a circle around her with their phones raised, recording her.

"No..." Natalie let out a weak whimper. She didn’t want to be seen. She wanted to cower, to hide.

From the way she writhed and moaned on the ground, Dion sensed what was happening.

He turned to the crowd, rage blazing in his eyes. "Get those phones away from her! What is wrong with you people?!" His voice cracked with fury. "Fuck you all! Get the fuck away!"

His chest rose and fell hard. He had never been this angry for someone else in his entire life.

Thankfully, some of them obeyed. The rest hesitated, then slowly stepped back with their phones still in hand—but at least they backed away.

"Dion..." Natalie breathed again.

"I’m here," he said quickly, holding onto her hand tightly. "You’re going to be fine. The ambulance is coming. You just have to stay awake, okay?"

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