Page 69 of Knot My Sin

“I’m not even mad Flynn got the first ‘I love you’,” Shaw rumbles, a smile on his lips.

Flynn blushes as he sighs happily. “I don’t think she’s going to run anymore,” he says. “I don’t think everything will magically change, but I think this is progress.”

“I can live with that,” I murmur. Closing my eyes, I let the deepening breaths of the omega against me lull me to sleep.

We can wait. For now, this is enough.

15

WREN

I’m in a tiny cage in a pretty room, in a translucent white shift. It’s surprising Trey even gave me something to wear when he says it’s useless when he plans to fuck me anyway.

I’m sixteen years old, and today is my birthday. I think. It’s March 12th, so I think it is? Time moves so strangely here, and my memories seem to come and go like the rise and fall of a sun I rarely get to see.

Trey brought me into this room for the first time today, and told me it was a gift for being a good girl. There’s pink and lavender everywhere, so bright it hurts my eyes, and it’s unsettling. I stifled a whine when he pushed me into the cage, and then walked away. I don’t understand what I’ve done that’s so good.

Oh God. Maybe this is payment for something that will happen soon? Sometimes he’ll give me gifts as payment for the behavior he expects.

Looking around, I see teddy bears that stare at me with beady eyes, making me cringe into a corner of the cage. This room is creepy, made up for a girl that’s younger than me. Trey refuses to let me grow up, so I play at being more childlike for my own survival. I don’t understand why I’m here.

It’s been hours, and my body is tired of being cramped in one position. Wincing as I attempt to stretch my limbs, I freeze as I see the door knob begin to turn. My heart starts to pound as I wait. Nothing good ever happens on my birthday.

Nothing.

Trey’s booming voice and sour scent fills the room as the door slowly opens.

“My omega is perfect, childlike, with a cunt that’s tight and perfect,” he boasts.

I draw even farther into myself as I listen to him. He wouldn’t be talking to himself, right? Trey rarely has visitors, because he doesn’t like people to know where he lives.

“How long have you had her?” a low, growly voice asks. “Omegas are a pain in the ass to train. They’re too mouthy, too needy, and ruin the air with their pheromones.”

Eyes wide, I shake my head as if he can see me. Dumb. I don’t act like that, though. Maybe it’s because I have to follow every one of Trey’s commands. Even my body perfumes the way he wants me to, my body forced to perform as he wishes.

It’s the only life I remember. Begging to go back to any other life enrages Trey until he beats me, so it’s better to let the past fade away. I don’t know anything else. My body is childlike because of the vitamins he makes me take, my hair long and wavy, my breasts small.

“Mine can be commanded to orgasm,” Trey says with a cruel chuckle. “I’ve had her since she was ten years old. Her parents sold her to me. She presented early. If I have my way, I’ll make her stay as childlike and beautiful as possible.”

Pushing open the door, there are three large older alphas who are standing outside, peering into the room.

“Such a perfect room for a well kept omega princess,” one of them murmurs, slipping out of his shiny black shoes to leave them outside the door. “Hello there, Princess.”

My breaths come out faster, because I hate that name. It’s what Trey likes to call me when he’s pretending to be sweet. Whatever this is, will be very bad for me.

“Come now, pretty girl, say hello,” Trey says, a cruel smile on his face as he pads over to the cage. There’s something about the fact that they’re not wearing shoes that unsettles me.

As if they’re preparing to get even more “comfortable” in this space.

“Hello, Alpha,” I respond on command, pushing as much sweetness into my voice as possible. There may not have been a bark in Trey’s voice, but I know what’s expected.

“Your alpha has been telling us so much about you. Our pack enjoys certain interests, and we wanted to meet you,” he says. He commands himself like the head alpha, though I’m not really sure why I know that. My instincts keep me alive, so I lean into it.

“I’m Craig, this is Bruce, and that’s Mark over there,” the head alpha continues. Blinking, I look over at each of them, confused as to why they’re introducing themselves. Craig has a large paunch and smells like fried onions, which makes my nose twitch, Bruce has broad shoulders and yellow eyes, and Mark has an unkept beard and smells like motor oil.

None of these are good scents to me. They smell wrong.

“Hello, alphas,” I whisper this time, my eyes frightened as my gaze flies up to Trey.

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