Chapter 30: Give Me The Knife
(TYLER)
Listen to me, Dylan." I try to implore him but he looks like he’s already lost control. "This is insane." My voice wobbles as I wrack my brain trying to figure out how I’m going to protect myself. He was right when he said running won’t work. But I’ll take my chances trying to run then end up dead in here, consequences be damned. Reasoning with him now seems futile.
I don’t know martial arts. Hand-to-hand combat isn’t my specialty either and even if it was, I doubt I’d be in a position to execute it well. I feel like a drum. I’m not sure what to do now.
Dylan steps closer to me and I raise my fists as I step backwards to the doorway. Fear grips me in a chokehold at the raw hatred I see glowering in his eyes. This can’t be happening. When I left the encampment, I knew my safety was guaranteed. Yet here I am about to be sliced and diced all because Sasha can’t keep his cock in his pants.
"Dylan!" a harsh voice comes through the doorway behind me. "What the fuck do you think you’re doing?"
I turn and the sight of Sasha at the doorway relieves me that my knees feel wobbly. Never once have I been this happy seeing someone I hate dearly. A vein is bulging at the side of his head and his face is flushed red. His gaze is pinned on Dylan like a laser.
"S...Sasha" Dylan whimpers with the knife still in his hand. "I...I just wanted to talk to Tyler."
"With a knife in your hand? And why is he trying to run away from you? How dare you threaten my omega, Dylan?" Sasha growls, advancing into the room. I’m surprised he doesn’t seem the least bit intimidated by the knife.
"B...but, I love you, Sasha. You’re supposed to be mine. I deserve you." Dylan says softly on the brink of tears. "All those nights we spent together, they must have meant something."