Him, His Uncle And I!

Can't let you through.

Rebecca's pov

“I’m sorry, Beta Max. We can’t let you through, not with these slaves. They’re not permitted to leave the grounds,” the guard said, his voice cold and unyielding.

My breath hitched as his words settled over us like a dark cloud. What did this mean? Did Ryan really send us without permission from the Alpha, his own father? What was going to happen to us now? Panic surged through me—we needed to get Getty to safety.

Kayla started to lean forward, her mouth opening to speak, but I quickly raised a hand to stop her, my heart pounding. If she says one wrong word, they’ll drag us back to the slave quarters. I shot her a pleading look, shaking my head slightly. She took my cue, sinking back into her seat, and we waited, trapped in tense silence, hoping Max had a plan.

Max took a deep, measured breath, his face showing nothing but steely determination as he turned back to the guard. “Listen,” he said, his voice as cold and unwavering as steel, “the princess of this pack is the reason she,” he pointed to Getty in the back seat, “is in this condition.”

The guard shifted uncomfortably, glancing at Getty, whose bruised face was a silent testament to the pain she had endured. “If you want to explain to the Alpha why this girl died because you refused us access to medical treatment,” Max continued, his gaze locked firmly on the guard’s, “then, by all means, stop us. But if you don’t want that on your head, you’ll open the gates. Now.”

A flicker of hesitation crossed the guard’s face as he considered the consequences. Finally, he swallowed hard, his voice cracking slightly as he said, “All right… fine. Open the gates,” he called out, signaling his men to stand down.

The gates groaned open, and Max pressed the gas without another word. As we drove through, Kayla and I both released the breaths we’d been holding. The relief was almost dizzying—we’d made it through.

Soon, we pulled up to a hospital, though as I looked closer, a wave of shock hit me. It wasn’t just any hospital—it was a human hospital. Beside me, Kayla glanced over, her eyes wide with a thousand questions, but I quickly shook my head again. There would be no discussing Ryan’s choices here, not now. Not when we were so close to getting help for Getty.

Turning to Max, I mustered a small smile and said softly, “Thank you… for everything.”

He held my gaze for a moment, his expression unreadable, before simply nodding. As soon as I climbed out of the car, I turned to Kayla. “Help me with Getty,” I whispered, and together, we gently lifted her, cradling her between us as we made our way toward the hospital entrance.

As we took our first steps toward the building, Max revved the engine and drove off without a backward glance, disappearing as swiftly as he’d arrived.