Page 76 of Knot My Sin

“Why you little bitch,” he growls as I rush away from him. My ice cream falls to the ground as I throw my arms up in front of me.

“No, you leave me alone!” I yell.

“Little slaves don’t get a chance at freedom,” he snarls. “I do know you. Why aren’t you with Trey?”

Mark. Motor oil. Fuck.

Looking around for the other two as I know they’re pack, I take another step back. For some reason, this section isn’t as busy as the rest of the store.

Help, help, help! I scream in my head over and over, sure Flynn or Shaw will feel my panic.

“I have a pack, Mark. I don’t belong to Trey anymore,” I rasp. The stress of seeing him and the recent nightmare claws at my throat, making it hard to breathe.

My chest heaves in sympathy, and I raise my hand to my throat as black spots threaten my vision.

“There’s no way your pack would let you walk around like a whore,” he sneers. I’m fully dressed. My stomach is on display, but that’s about it. Taking another step toward me, the noxious smell of motor oil trails in my direction as well, like a black cloud. It burns my senses, making me shudder.

“I’ll collect my finder’s fee from Trey after I fuck you for running away, I think. Fuck, I can’t wait to show Craig and Bruce who I’ve found,” he growls.

A scream is bubbling up in my chest, but I can’t quite get enough air to use it. Gasping only makes him smile bigger at me as he adjusts his cock.

“You smell like fear and lemons. I fucking love?—”

“Get away from her!” Flynn yells, rounding the corner with my alphas behind him. “That’s our omega.”

Strong arms sweep me behind their back, and the scream breaks free. Shaw’s back is all I can see as he steps forward. Sweet air enters my lungs, making me moan in appreciation. Glancing around Shaw’s back, I see Everest, Ambrose, and Flynn circle Mark.

“She’s not your omega,” the alpha growls. “That girl is a slave, not worth any better than a tight hole to enjoy while she screams.”

My fingers curl under Shaw’s shirt, needing to feel grounded as I enjoy the warmth of his skin. Everest’s fist is moving before I even realize it, meeting Mark’s face. The alpha’s eyes roll in the back of his head as he falls, and Ambrose catches him. The entire thing takes seconds and is seamless.

“Oh shit,” I whisper, looking around. Shaw pulls me around him, lifting my face up to gaze at him.

“We’re going to take care of this,” he promises. “This area tends to look away, minds its own damn business. No one will care when we haul away this piece of shit, though we’ll go out the back way. Flynn, you can drive home, right?”

“Yep,” he grunts. “Fucking slime bag.”

Shaw’s lips twitch as he kisses my forehead. “We felt your panic through the bond, Sweetness. We left everything where it was. Make sure you buy your ice cream,” he says, knocking the quickly melting pint with his boot. “I didn’t think anyone would recognize you, and that was my fault. We’re going to take out the trash.”

“I vote for a pit stop to pick up the rest of his pack,” Ambrose mutters as he tosses Mark over his shoulder to carry. “Make the world a safer place for our girl.”

Blinking rapidly, I turn to face them all, completely overwhelmed.

“I’m… what’s happening right now?” I ask, my voice cracking.

“Mark and his smelly alphas will never hurt anyone again,” Everest says. We talked when they came out of their shower, and I told them about my nightmare. They know everything that happened to me.

“What does that mean?” I ask, eyes falling on the unconscious alpha hanging over Ambrose’s back.

“It means we’re going to get to kill people,” Shaw whispers darkly at my back. “And I thought it would be a lazy day. Silly me.”

A giggle bursts out of me because these men are insane, but they’re mine. Taking a breath, I nod.

“Make it hurt, please,” I say. My alphas move around me, and I gaze at their expressions. They’re so different, yet I can see the fierce determination on their faces to protect me.

A purr releases as I voice my contentment.

“We’ll be back when the filth is purged,” Everest says, leaning down to taste my lips. “I like southern pecan ice cream.”

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