The Omega who Killed her Alpha

Adira pressed herself against the crumbling wall of the abandoned church, her breathing shallow as Malik's voice echoed outside. Every footstep was a reminder of how close they were.

Her mysterious companion crouched beside her, his sharp gaze scanning the cracked doorway. His movements were deliberate, calm, like he'd been in situations like this a hundred times before.

"You've got about thirty seconds before they find us," he murmured, barely audible.

She didn't respond. The faint moonlight filtered through the stained-glass windows, casting fractured colors across his face. She didn't trust him, but for now, he was her only chance of staying alive.

"Who are you?" she whispered.

He didn't glance at her. Instead, his hand brushed against his belt, checking something concealed. "Names won't matter if we don't make it out of here. Focus on staying alive."

Adira's fingers twitched toward the knife hidden beneath her jacket. She hadn't survived this long by relying on strangers.

A heavy crash outside made her flinch. Malik was getting closer.

The man straightened, his expression unreadable. "Stay behind me."

Adira almost laughed at the absurdity of the command. "Not a chance."

His lips quirked in the faintest hint of amusement, but the sound of footsteps silenced any retort.

"Check the perimeter!" Malik's voice barked.

She clenched her fists. Time was running out.

The man reached into his jacket and pulled out a sleek handgun, the muted click of the safety disengaging sending a shiver down her spine. "When I say run, don't stop. Got it?"

Adira didn't answer.

He tilted his head toward her, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Unless you have a better plan?"

Adira met his gaze, her heart pounding. She hated how calm he looked, as if this was a game to him. But she didn't have a better plan.

"Fine," she muttered.

The faintest smirk crossed his lips before he turned his attention back to the doorway.

Outside, Malik's men moved closer, their flashlights cutting through the darkness like blades. Adira's grip on her knife tightened.

The stranger moved first, slipping through the shadows like a phantom. Adira followed, keeping low, her body tense with every step.

"Over here!" a voice shouted, far too close.

Her stomach dropped.

The man didn't hesitate. In one fluid motion, he raised the gun and fired. The sound was muffled, but the figure ahead crumpled without a sound.

Adira stared at the fallen body, bile rising in her throat.

"Move," the man hissed, grabbing her arm and pulling her forward.

They darted through the crumbling hall, the echoes of their footsteps swallowed by the church's hollow silence.

A burst of light swept across the wall beside them, and Adira felt her heart leap into her throat.

"There! They're inside!" Malik's roar was followed by the thunder of boots.

The man cursed under his breath, dragging Adira toward a side door.

"It's locked," she hissed, her panic rising.

"Not for long." He pulled a small tool from his pocket, working the lock with practiced ease.

Adira cast a glance over her shoulder. Shadows flickered against the far wall, the hunters closing in.

"Hurry," she urged.

"Almost there."

The lock clicked open just as a flashlight beam swept over them.

"There they are!"

Adira shoved the door open, and they stumbled into the night air. The cool breeze hit her like a slap, but there was no time to stop.

"This way." The man led her down a narrow alley, his pace relentless.

Adira followed, her legs burning with every step. The city seemed to blur around her, the labyrinth of alleys and streets stretching endlessly.

Finally, they ducked into a dilapidated building, the stench of mold and decay overwhelming. The man closed the door behind them, his movements quick but deliberate.

"We're not safe here," Adira said, her voice tight.

"We're safer than we were out there." He leaned against the wall, his chest rising and falling with controlled breaths.

Adira paced the small space, her nerves fraying. She couldn't stop thinking about the note in her pocket, the reason she'd risked everything.

"What's your plan?" he asked, his voice breaking the silence.

Adira turned to him, her eyes narrowing. "Why do you care?"

He shrugged. "Call it professional curiosity."

"Professional?" She scoffed. "What are you, a mercenary?"

"Something like that." He crossed his arms, his gaze steady. "You're not exactly subtle, you know. Running through the streets like that? You're lucky I found you before Malik did."

"Lucky?" Adira's voice rose. "You dragged me into this mess!"

He raised an eyebrow. "I saved your life."

She clenched her fists, frustration boiling over. "I didn't ask for your help."

"No, but you needed it."

The weight of his words settled over her like a lead blanket. She hated that he was right.

"Who are you?" she demanded again, her voice quieter this time.

For a moment, he didn't answer. Then he sighed, running a hand through his dark hair.

"Call me Kael."

Adira studied him, searching for any hint of deception. "And why are you helping me, Kael?"

His expression hardened. "Let's just say I have my reasons."

Before she could press further, the sound of voices outside made them both freeze.

"They couldn't have gone far," Malik's voice growled.

Adira's heart skipped a beat.

Kael moved to the window, his movements silent. He peered through the grime-covered glass, then glanced back at her.

"Stay quiet."

Adira didn't need to be told twice. She pressed herself against the wall, her pulse hammering in her ears.

The voices grew louder, the sound of boots crunching against gravel sending a chill down her spine.

Kael moved back to her, his expression grim. "They're sweeping the area. We need to move."

"How?" she whispered.

He gestured toward the back of the building. "There's a way out, but it's risky."

"Riskier than staying here?"

Kael's lips twitched in what might have been a smile. "Good point."

They crept through the building, each step careful and deliberate. The air was thick with tension, every creak of the floorboards making Adira flinch.

At the back of the building, Kael stopped in front of a small window. He tested it, then nodded. "It's loose."

He pushed it open, the faint sound of breaking glass making Adira wince.

"Go," he said, gesturing for her to climb through.

Adira hesitated for a fraction of a second before squeezing through the narrow opening. The cool night air hit her again, and she stumbled onto the dirt outside.

Kael followed, landing silently beside her.

"This way," he whispered, leading her toward the shadows of a nearby alley.

They moved quickly, the sound of Malik's men growing fainter behind them.

Finally, Kael stopped, his gaze scanning their surroundings.

"For now, we're clear," he said.

Adira leaned against the wall, her legs trembling. "For now?"

Kael's expression was unreadable. "They'll keep hunting you."

"And you?" she asked, her voice quieter.

Kael's eyes met hers. "I've made enemies before. This isn't new to me."

Adira swallowed hard. She didn't know whether to trust him, but one thing was clear—she couldn't face Malik and his men alone.

Before she could say anything else, Kael turned away, his hand resting on the gun at his side.

"Get some rest," he said. "You'll need it."

Adira's jaw tightened. "You think I can rest after everything that's happened?"

Kael glanced back at her, his gaze sharp. "You don't have a choice. If you want to survive, you'll do what it takes."

Adira didn't respond.

In the silence, the weight of her situation settled over her like a suffocating blanket.

And somewhere in the darkness, she knew Malik was still hunting.