Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha novel Chapter 104

Chapter 104: Hallucinating

"She’s a fucking supernova," someone shouts.

"Fuck, my eyes!"

But their words mean nothing to me as I scramble to my feet, rushing toward the engulfed SUV.

Logan.

My Logan.

He came to save me, and now—

Tears blur my vision and I blink them away, uncaring as they slide down my cheeks. Only the feeling of claws on my ankle finally drag my attention away.

Princess Paws clambers up my leg with pathetic mewls.

"No, please." My voice cracks as I try to untangle Princess Paws from my leg. Her claws dig deeper into my flesh, each desperate attempt to remove her only making her grip tighter. "I need to get to him."

The heat from the burning SUV scorches my face. Smoke stings my eyes, but I can’t look away from where I last saw Logan. The flames dance higher, consuming everything in their path.

Strong hands grab my shoulders. I twist, kick, anything to break free.

"Let me go. Logan’s in there!"

"Ma’am, it’s not safe." A soldier in tactical gear tries to drag me backward.

I thrash against his grip. "I don’t care! Logan!"

Another soldier grabs my other arm. Princess Paws yowls as she’s dislodged, but I barely register it as I fight against their hold.

"He’s still in there! Please!" My throat burns from screaming. Or smoke. Or crying. Does it matter? It doesn’t.

They lift me off my feet. I kick harder, connecting with something solid. A grunt of pain. Good.

"Secure the asset!" Someone barks orders behind me.

Asset? I’m not their fucking asset. I’m trying to save the man I—

The thought dies as I watch a section of the SUV’s roof cave in. The sound of metal groaning cuts through the chaos.

"No!" That single word tears my throat. My world.

My captors drag me further back. Away from Logan. Away from any chance of helping him.

"Stand down, ma’am." The command comes from my left, the words grunted out of whoever’s straining to drag me away for my own safety.

I ram my elbow backward. Miss. "Like hell I will."

More hands grab me. Three, four soldiers now? I don’t care. I keep fighting, keep screaming his name until my voice gives out.

They pull me toward another vehicle. Each step takes me further from the inferno. Further from Logan.

A medic approaches with a syringe.

"Don’t you dare." I bare my teeth at him, but my threats mean nothing when I can barely move.

The needle slides into my arm, held still despite my attempts at thrashing and dislodging all these bastards from me.

The last thing I see before darkness takes me is the burning SUV, flames reaching toward the sky like hungry fingers.

Logan’s name dies on my lips as consciousness slips away.

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