Reborn as a villain:Claim the omega, Kiss the beta, Kill the dukes-Chapter 132: Safe
Chapter 131
Peter
What the fuck.
I swerve hard, tires screaming as gunfire cracks behind us. Bullets hit the asphalt, sparking against the road like angry stars.
I grip the wheel, knuckles white. "Hold on!" I bark over my shoulder.
This is the most action I’ve had more career, since ...well ever. All I’ve had to do is shadow a bastard prince, it was boring but it was safe work unlike the others appointed to the king or crown prince.
Key words. Was. Safe.
I slam on the accelerator, pushing the engine far past what this vehicle was blessed to handle.
In the backseat, the omega is curled around the child like a shield, trembling but silent. I can hear the sound of a baby’s cries but they are muffled into his chest, I did tell them to keep quiet and bend down.
The other man, the beta, has his arms around the both of them like some impenetrable wall.
A sharp turn. Another bullet.
I grit my teeth and take the bend anyway, tires fishtailing.
If anything happens to them? Death would be preferable compared to facing the prince.
Someone in the palace has opened their mouth.
A traitor. A mole. They better hope to hell, they have escaped the fucking kingdom by now.
A black sedan swings into view in the mirror, attempting to corner us. I jerk the wheel left, and the entire car shudders.
The only road to the airport is a lonely strip of tar slicing through empty grasslands — flat, exposed, and unforgiving.
No cover. No shortcuts. No pedestrians. Just us, and the bastards trying to kill— no stop us.
I’ve noticed they’ve been aiming for the tires, they want to stop the car which means it’s quite obvious who they are.
Very obvious who these men are working for.
And the audacity—
the sheer disrespect—
To treat the monarchy this way?
I take a sneak peek at the omega, in the rearview mirror and I’m trying to understand why, he’s so desirable that all this is happening.
Another volley of shots shreds the air, aiming low. I look at the GPS mocking me, I can’t go fast with the constant avoiding of the bullets, I don’t know if we’ll make it.
I’ll make it so.
Then—
a sound splits the air.
Thup-thup-thup.
A helicopter.
Ours.
My comms crackle to life.
"Peter, we have visual. Covering fire incoming."
I’ve never been so relieved to hear a human voice.
"Copy," I breathe. "Light them up."
The helicopter swoops low, its shadow passing over us like salvation. A burst of heavy gunfire rains down on the sedans, forcing them to scatter. For the first time in the past five minutes, I can breathe.
"Hold on," I warn the backseat. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖
And I floor it.
The car surges forward, the engine screaming in protest as we rocket down the isolated road at a speed this poor machine was never meant for.
The helicopter keeps pace above us, driving back the pursuing vehicles, giving us a narrow corridor of safety to reach the airport.
I adjust my grip, eyes locked on the shrinking distance.
Just a little further.
Just a little more.
I am getting them to that plane.
I am getting them to the palace.
Or I am not returning at all.
***
Ciel
Lanny is crying into my chest so hard his tiny body hiccups.
His little fists cling to my shirt, his face buried against me like he’s trying to disappear inside my ribs.
My poor baby.
I stroke his back, whispering the same soft hushes I used when he first learned to breathe outside my body.
But it’s useless.
The gunshots... the screaming tires... the way the car keeps jerking—no child should ever feel this.
No parent should ever let their child feel this.
Fear crawls up my throat.
Not the kind I knew before—not the old dread of what would happen to me.
This is a new kind of terror, sharp and immediate and animalistic.
What happens to Lanny if they catch us?
No.
No.
Never.
I tighten my hold on him until my knuckles ache, eyes squeezed shut, rocking instinctively as I whisper his name like a prayer.
When the car jerks violently to the side, I slam into the seat in front of me—but before pain can bloom, Nolan’s arm snaps forward, bracing my forehead with his palm, shielding me, shielding us.
He doesn’t say anything.
He’s pale, breath shaking, but he’s solid. Ever the immovable mountain in my life, it calms me down just a little seeing him.
The car screeches to a stop so abruptly my teeth clack.
The world tilts.
My heart is pounding so hard I can hear it in my skull.
The back door flies open.
"Let’s go," the man, stoic faced, composed and mechanical says.
He showed up two hours ago with nothing but an ID badge and a cold expression, and now he’s the only lifeline we have.
I don’t hesitate.
I clutch Lanny to my chest, slip out of the car, and nearly stumble—the night air is cold, sharp, too open after the cramped vehicle.
Nolan’s hand immediately finds my waist, steadying me, a silent promise: I’m here.
Ahead, a jet with the royal crest gleams under the floodlights, engines roaring.
We head up the stairs, and in record time the door seals shut behind us. The click of the lock feels too loud, too thin to protect us, but it’s all we have.
I don’t let go of my son. Not when the engines roar to life. Not when the jet begins its taxi. Not when Nolan guides me into a seat and fumbles with the belt because my hands are trembling too hard to do it myself.
The moment the wheels lift off the ground, Lanny lets out a small, exhausted whimper, burrowing deeper into my chest like he’s trying to disappear into me.
I hold him tighter.
If I could fold my entire body around him, I would.
My heart is beating so hard it hurts. My mouth tastes like metal. The phantom echo of gunshots still bounces inside my skull, even though we’re high above the ground now, safe — or safer.
Nolan presses his forehead to mine.
"It’s okay," he whispers. "We’re safe. He’s safe."
But my lungs don’t believe him. I love Nolan but I need my alpha right now, he can keep us safe.
