The Omega who Killed her Alpha

Adira's pulse thudded in her ears as the sirens wailed in the distance, drawing closer. The small, abandoned building Kane had led her to now felt suffocating, its crumbling walls offering little reassurance against the chaos outside.

Kane crouched near the doorway, his body tense as he scanned the dimly lit street through a crack in the door. He hadn't spoken since declaring their need to move, his focus razor-sharp.

Adira clenched her fists, pacing the narrow room. "You dragged me into this mess. Now what's your plan?"

"My plan?" Kane's tone was low but carried a sharp edge. "My plan was keeping us alive, which is getting harder with all your noise."

Her jaw tightened. "I didn't ask for your help."

"And yet, you keep following me," Kane shot back, his gaze flicking to her for a moment before returning to the door.

The sharp retort sat on the tip of her tongue, but the sound of a car screeching to a halt outside silenced her. Kane motioned for her to stay quiet, and they both froze, listening intently.

Heavy boots hit the pavement, accompanied by terse voices.

"She was last seen in this area. Spread out!"

Adira's breath caught in her throat. She recognized Malik's voice among them—cold, calculated, and all too determined.

Kane gestured for her to follow as he silently crossed the room to a window on the opposite side. He eased it open, the creak of the frame barely audible over the commotion outside.

"Out," he whispered.

Adira didn't hesitate. She climbed through the narrow window, landing silently on the other side. Kane followed, his movements fluid and precise.

The alley behind the building was dark, the faint glow of streetlights barely reaching the cracked asphalt. Kane took the lead, his steps silent as he guided her through the twisting paths. Adira kept close, her heart pounding with every sound—every scrape of a shoe, every distant shout.

As they turned a corner, a shadow moved in their path. Kane grabbed Adira's arm, pulling her into the shadows of a crumbling wall.

Two figures emerged ahead, their flashlights cutting through the darkness.

"I'll check this side," one of them said, splitting off toward the alley where they hid.

Kane's grip on her arm tightened. His lips moved, the word barely a breath. "Run."

Before Adira could argue, Kane moved, his body a blur as he darted toward the approaching figure. The man didn't even have time to shout before Kane was on him, slamming him into the wall with a muffled grunt.

Adira didn't wait to see what happened next. She bolted down the alley, her legs burning as she pushed herself forward. Her mind screamed at her to look back, but she didn't dare.

The alley twisted and turned, the shadows growing thicker with each step. She stumbled once, catching herself against a rough brick wall, her palms scraping against the surface.

A hand grabbed her wrist.

She spun, her heart leaping into her throat.

"Easy," Kane hissed, pulling her into a darkened doorway.

Adira's breath came in short gasps as she leaned against the cold stone. "What—what about the others?"

Kane wiped a trickle of blood from his temple, his expression grim. "Taken care of. For now."

The faint sound of footsteps echoed in the distance, growing louder. Kane's eyes narrowed, and he tilted his head toward a set of metal stairs leading to the rooftop.

"Up," he ordered.

Adira didn't argue. She climbed the stairs, her hands gripping the rusted railing as she hauled herself upward. Kane followed close behind, his presence a steady weight at her back.

They reached the rooftop, the city stretching out before them in a patchwork of lights and shadows. Adira crouched near the edge, peering down at the streets below.

Malik's men were spreading out, their flashlights darting across the alleys and doorways. Adira's chest tightened as she spotted Malik himself, his sharp eyes scanning the darkness.

"He won't stop," she whispered.

Kane crouched beside her, his expression unreadable. "Good thing I don't plan to stop either."

Adira's gaze flicked to him. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Kane didn't answer immediately. He studied the streets below, his jaw tight.

"You want to survive this?" he said finally. "Then we need to stop playing defense."

Adira frowned. "You're talking about taking the fight to him?"

"Not just him," Kane said, his voice low. "All of them. Viktor. The council. Everyone pulling the strings."

Her stomach twisted. She hadn't asked for any of this—hadn't wanted to be part of some grand rebellion. All she wanted was to clear her name and disappear.

"That's not my fight," she said quietly.

Kane's gaze snapped to hers, sharp and unyielding. "It became your fight the moment they framed you. The moment they decided your life was expendable."

Adira opened her mouth to argue, but the sound of a shout below cut her off.

"There! On the roof!"

Kane swore under his breath. "Time to move."

He pulled her to her feet, and they bolted across the rooftop. The uneven surface made each step treacherous, but adrenaline propelled them forward.

Behind them, Malik's men shouted orders, their voices growing louder.

Kane reached the edge of the rooftop and leaped to the next building without hesitation. Adira hesitated, her heart pounding as she stared at the gap.

"Adira!" Kane's voice was sharp, cutting through her fear.

She took a deep breath and jumped.

Her feet hit the next rooftop, her momentum carrying her forward. Kane grabbed her arm, steadying her as she stumbled.

"Keep moving," he urged.

They ran until their legs burned, until the shouts faded into the distance.

When they finally stopped, they were in a quiet, deserted part of the city. Kane leaned against a wall, his breath ragged.

Adira collapsed beside him, her chest heaving.

"What now?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Kane turned to her, his expression grim. "Now, we make them regret ever coming after you."

Before she could respond, a faint sound reached their ears—a low, rhythmic hum that sent a chill down Adira's spine.

Kane's eyes darkened. "That's not good."

Adira swallowed hard. "What is it?"

Kane didn't answer. He pulled her to her feet, his grip firm.

"We need to keep moving," he said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Adira didn't ask questions. She followed him into the night, the weight of his words—and the danger they faced—settling heavily on her shoulders.