Page 38 of Knot My Sin

“Why didn’t you just let me go then?” I ask him as he lifts me into his arms.

“I was drawn to you the second you were dragged onto the auction stage,” he tells me as he opens the door. “I bid two million dollars on you, convinced you were important to us. The money means nothing to me, you do. You’re meant to be pack.”

“I’m no one,” I disagree. “I almost walked into the river several times. I don’t know why I didn’t.”

Flynn almost trips at my admission, and I can feel the weight of the gaze of my alphas as they stare at me as I hide my face in Flynn’s shoulder.

“Riding out a heat alone is one of the most horrific experiences an omega can experience,” he says softly. “You’re ours, even if you don’t believe it yet, which makes you very important.”

Flynn fusses over me as he helps me into bed and hooks up my IV drip. Pressing his lips against my temple, he steps back.

“I’m going to let you rest, but I want to keep the door open in case you need anything. You okay with that?” Flynn asks.

I nod, my eyes already shutting as sleep begins to pull me under. I hear the alphas each murmur their goodbyes, and then everything is dark and quiet as I fall asleep.

Trey stares down at me in disgust as I cower on the ground. I’m barely fifteen, and he’s angry with me because I’m having a growth spurt. My stomach is rumbling and hurting.

“Wren, what do I always call you?” he asks, glaring down at me.

He’s muzzled me like a dog, so I couldn't speak even if I wanted to. My arms are tied tightly behind my back as well, and he stripped me naked to inspect me of any other possible signs of my body maturing.

Shaking my head, I mewl for forgiveness. It’s not my fault I’m growing and hungry. I can’t help any of that.

Trey backhands me, screaming obscenities as spittle flies from his lips.

“You’re mine to fuck, and your body should do as I demand,” he growls. “Stop growing.”

Trey pushes his alpha bark on me, making me shudder because I don’t know what he expects from me. This man is as close to a God as possible for me. I live, breathe, and exist at his pleasure.

“Crawl to me, little whore,” he sneers. “Show your alpha how sorry you are.”

My head drops to the ground so quickly my vision swims. Trey gives me boiled eggs for breakfast, a protein shake for lunch, and face fucks me for hours afterwards. Our idea of protein is obviously very different.

Shuffling forward on my knees as quickly as I can since my arms are tied behind my back, I’m unprepared for the belt that hits my unprotected skin. Over and over as I scream, Trey hits me on my ass, my exposed pussy, and legs.

“Now maybe you’ll be a good girl for me,” he snarls as he leaves me gasping on the ground.

Not one tear falls the entire time.

“Wren, honey. Wake up,” a voice barks, making me gasp as my eyes open. It almost feels as if Ambrose forced me to wake up, but I can see from his dark, worried eyes that he didn’t. “You were yelling in your sleep.”

“Oh,” I rasp. My throat feels terrible, right in line with screaming. “Sorry…”

“Don’t be,” he says, dropping to his knees by the bed. It feels odd that they’re so comfortable being in what for me is such a submissive position. “It sounded really intense.”

Nodding, I shrug. I don’t remember ever having nightmares. I don’t know what’s triggering them now. I vaguely remember Shaw calling me a name I haven’t responded to since I was ten years old.

Could that be why?

I don’t want to talk about Trey, or the punishments that lasted for several days as he raped me while refusing me any food. My stomach refused to gurgle or complain through any of it, which is just as well. No one needs to hear about my past. I don’t need anyone’s pity.

“Can I… Fuck,” Ambrose says with a grimace. “It’s almost three in the morning, can I sleep on the floor? I don’t think I’ll be able to fall asleep again unless I’m near you. I’m trying this new thing where I stop ignoring my instincts.”

“The floor?” I ask, brows furrowing. “Alphas don’t sleep on the floor.”

His eyes widen, and I realize this is probably the longest conversation we’ve ever had.

“This one will. Do you need anything? I can bring in Flynn if you need to use the restroom or anything. Your bag ran dry while you were sleeping, and he decided to leave your port but disconnect you. I’m kind of glad he did, because you would have ripped it out during your nightmare.”

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