Page 10 of Knot My Sin

Turning off the water as I shake my head at the memories, I dry my hands carefully before I turn to survey the kitchen. My stomach is cramping uncomfortably, and now it’s starting to complain loudly.

Staying quiet is better for my continued health, after all.

The kitchen has gleaming granite counters and a beautiful island. The real star of the room is the refrigerator.

Moving quickly and on light feet, I practically run to the stainless steel appliance, looking around quickly before I open the doors wide. I have this irrational fear someone is going to catch me. I can’t even enjoy all of the food I see inside before my eyes catch on a bag of provolone.

This seems safe and easy to eat. Opening the bag, I moan as I pull out a piece and bite into it. Chewing quickly, I turn when I hear the sound of a man whistling under his breath.

Not even daring to groan in annoyance. I don’t want to be caught. Shoving the cheese in my mouth, I grab one more before sealing the package and quietly closing it before quickly putting everything back. As I shut the refrigerator door, I turn and see a large shadow moving toward the kitchen.

My heart pounds as I look around for a place to hide. I don’t know anything about these alphas, but I do know that it’s pretty obvious that they don’t want me. I would have attempted to leave the house entirely, but I noticed the security system when one of them brought me inside.

There’s a closet that appears to be a pantry, and I dash toward it with my cheese. It’s so silly that I’m holding onto this food for dear life, but if my stomach doesn’t shut the fuck up, he’ll find me.

Pulling open the door just enough so that I can fit inside, I close it behind me. Turning, I drop to the floor and manage to move around bags and boxes in the pantry until I’m shoved into the very back.

Silently, I continue to eat my cheese, desperately hoping to silence the continued soft grumblings of my stomach.

The heavy steps of an alpha walk into the kitchen, and I can see the soft glow of a light being switched on beyond the door. He lumbers closer, and I wonder if it’s the alpha with the man bun.

The way he walked reminded me almost of a dancer, making me wonder if he boxes.

My mind feels fuzzy, and I force myself to take another silent bite of my food. I hear the soft snick of the refrigerator door as he opens it, making me hope that I put everything back.

“Who the fuck is eating my cheese,” he groans. As if he can see me from the kitchen, I shove the last piece in my mouth guiltily.

How was I supposed to know?

“No one else would eat… Omega!” he yells. While my muscles tense at the sound, I remain unmoving from my spot. The alpha slams the door to the fridge closed, and I hear him opening and closing doors as if he’s looking for me.

When the door to the pantry opens, I’m squished so tightly in a corner, I can’t even see him in the open door. I’m even holding my breath so he can’t hear me. Flinching as he inhales deeply, I relax when he curses.

“I fucking hate descenting lotion,” he mutters before he slams the door closed.

“God, Ambrose. Why are you making so much fucking noise?” growls another Alpha.

Ambrose. That’s the hot man bun alpha’s name.

“Where did you put the little omega when we got home? Did you think to feed her or anything?” Ambrose asks.

I’m not swayed by his questions. I’m sure he only wants to know, so he can shame me for eating his damn cheese. Though, as my stomach settles, it was really yummy.

“Nah, I just put her in a room in the basement and called it good,” he said. “Umm, it’s kind of late, isn’t it? Think she’s hungry?”

“You’re an idiot,” he sighs. “I think I scared her when she heard me walking through the house and she ran off. She got into my cheese, man, so I of course started screaming. However, now that I think about how long it’s been since she’s probably eaten, I feel a bit like an ass. It’s freezing and we’ve been shit hosts.”

“We own her, we don’t have to be any kind of host,” says another voice.

My scent match. Caramel salted popcorn fills my senses, and I drop my head to my raised legs, biting my knee to keep from whining. He doesn’t deserve my need or my pining.

God, I hate my life so much.

“Shaw,” the omega mutters. “You guys seriously left her in the basement while Shaw and I were fucking upstairs? That’s… it’s one of the coldest nights on record for May, guys. We have to find her. This isn’t right. What if she fucking dies?”

“Closed mouths don’t get fed,” Shaw grunts. “The girl has a mouth, and clearly knows where the kitchen is. There’s no reason for her to starve, but I do want to know where she is. Find her.”

I don’t speak, asshole, because I don’t feel safe. Words lead to mistakes, which leads to pain.

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