Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102: Fancy Paperweight

Static bursts from three different walkies at once, creating a cacophony of urgent voices in the SUV’s confined space.

"Contact, northwest quadrant—"

"—negative visual on primary targets—"

"—maintain distance, do not engage—"

I press my face against the cool window, scanning the sky for massive wings or scaled bodies. Nothing but clouds and empty air greet my searching gaze. The absence of visible threats unnerves me more than seeing them would. At least then I’d know where they are.

Princess Paws shifts in my arms, her tiny claws pricking through my shirt. The purple lines beneath my skin have settled into faint traces, no longer burning or pulsing. My thoughts sharpen, the fog of pain lifting enough to process our situation.

"Alpha team, maintain formation." Logan’s voice pierces through the radio chatter. "Keep eyes on—"

A black-clad figure leans between the front seats, thrusting something toward my face. The sudden movement triggers my fight response, and I jerk backward, smacking my head against the window. A plastic oxygen mask hovers inches from my nose.

The sharp movement triggers a coughing fit. Dust from the collapsed building coats my throat, each hack sending fresh spasms through my chest. My eyes water as I try to catch my breath.

"Ma’am, you need supplemental oxygen." The soldier’s voice is firm but not unkind. "You’ve inhaled significant debris."

I wave him off, still coughing. "I’m—" Another spasm cuts off my words.

"Nicole." Logan’s tone brooks no argument. "Put it on."

The soldier adjusts the elastic strap around my head while I focus on not choking. Cool, clean oxygen flows through the mask, soothing my raw throat. My coughing gradually subsides as my breathing steadies.

"Better?" Logan asks.

I nod, not trusting my voice yet. The oxygen helps clear the last cobwebs from my mind, though exhaustion still weighs heavy on my limbs. Princess Paws butts her head against the mask, curious about this new accessory.

"Target spotted, bearing two-four-zero!"

"Confirmed visual, they’re gaining—"

"All units, prepare for evasive maneuvers."

The radio chatter starts again. I press closer to the window, desperate for a glimpse of our pursuers. The sky remains stubbornly empty.

Logan’s hands press against my shoulders, pushing me back into the leather seat. The buckle clicks into place across my chest, securing me just as another wave of coughing hits.

"Stay put," he orders, his voice tight.

The soldier twists around again, this time holding what looks like a miniature version of my oxygen mask. Logan takes it, demonstrating without words how to hold it near Princess Paws’ face without pressing it directly against her nose.

My heart clenches. I hadn’t even considered how the dust and debris might affect her tiny lungs. Some pet parent I’m turning out to be. But Princess Paws surprises me, settling into my lap with remarkable composure. She breathes steadily into the mask as if she’s done this a hundred times before.

"Good girl," I whisper through my own mask, scratching behind her ears.

A sharp movement catches my eye. Logan’s entire body goes rigid, his muscles coiling like a spring about to release. "All units, high alert," he barks into his radio. "Weapons ready."

He reaches down, hauling off the floor what looks like a cross between a rocket launcher and something out of a sci-fi movie. The metal gleams dull black in the dim light of the SUV. Questions burn on my tongue—specifically, what kind of weapon is that?—but the grim set of Logan’s jaw keeps me silent.

The SUV swerves violently to the left. My shoulder slams against the door as Princess Paws digs her claws into my thighs. Through the window, a blast of blue-white flame illuminates the night sky, so close I feel its heat through the glass.

I guess our wardstone shielding is over.

A thunderous roar rips through the air, rattling the SUV’s windows and vibrating through my bones. The purple lines beneath my skin flare to life, though nowhere near as intense as before. Still, the sensation sends my heart racing, each beat echoing in my ears.

"Everything’s going to be fine." Logan’s steady voice cuts through my rising panic.

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