Page 128 of Knot My Sin

“Yes, Trey, do tell,” I taunt him. I want him away from Wren, and don’t really care what happens to me as long as she’s safe.

Ignoring me again, he stares down at Wren, and the blood that’s now trailing from a cut on her mouth.

“The second I left the auction hall, I knew I was making a mistake, but I ignored my instincts. That bitch Ophelia wouldn’t tell me who you were sold to,” Trey complains. His hair is a mess as it sticks out in all directions, probably because he’s been running his fingers through it so many times.

“I’ve been making connections with people who want my influence to enter into business with me, making promises with weak men who may come across your presence,” Trey says. “I’ve sullied my person coming into contact with these people, Wren. It’s all your fault! Why did you have to grow up!”

My horror grows as I come to understand how sick this alpha truly is. He wants a little girl, but it’s hard to pretend when Wren is dressed as a beautiful, grown ass omega.

“I was never going to stay ten forever,” Wren says, her voice cracking with strain. “You know you’re unable to restrain yourself around me from going into a rut. Why bring me back?”

I’m learning so much from watching their interaction together, and my horror is turning into anger. Wren should never have been put into this situation as a child, and if her parents weren’t already dead, I’d be sending my guys to do the honor.

Trey touches one of Wren’s curls before moving on to smear her lipstick across her face. He’s attempting to make her look unkept and ugly, but all I see is a bully and a very unwell alpha.

“If you’re going to be a whore for a pack, then you may as well be my whore,” Trey mutters. “The hair, the makeup, this goddamn dress are all very pretty, but you’re still allowing alphas and that omega to defile you.”

I want to deny it, tell him that she’s our mate, but hold my tongue. I don’t know if it’ll make him hurt her, and I’d rather die than allow her to feel more pain than he’s already given her.

“I think you have things very twisted… Ahhh!” Wren cries out, chest heaving when he punches her in the face.

“Goddamn it, if you need a punching bag, I’m right fucking here!” I yell at him, stumbling to my feet.

Breathing in deeply, Trey grins. “Chocolate and custard, how fortunate. I heard you bought her for two million dollars, little omega. No one does that without reason,” he says. Frowning hard for a moment, he barks out a laugh, making my heart drop. Fucking hell. He figured it out all himself.

“Little Wren grew up and found herself a pack,” he taunts her. “Do they know how pathetic you are? Do they alpha command you to be their whore, knowing you can’t help but do as they say?”

It’s disgusting the way he twists Wren’s omega instincts to please an alpha. It’s never meant to be like this, and the fact that he’s flaunting her supposed weaknesses makes my stomach pitch.

“Real alphas don’t have to command me to do anything,” she says, scowling. Her body is still slightly twitching from the electricity he pushed through her system, making me see red.

“She’s right. Our alphas refuse to force her to do anything,” I tell him. “Only assholes with tiny dicks have to force omegas to be subservient to them with an alpha command. Sorry about your dick-situation.”

It takes a second for him to understand what I’m saying as I smile serenely, and Trey tosses Wren aside so hard she bounces off the wall. I don’t have a moment to check on her because he stalks over to me, his hand wrapping around my throat. Gritting my teeth as he squeezes harder, I glare at him, spitting in his face.

“My dick will split your asshole in two,” he growls. “It’s unfortunate you’re not as perfect as Wren, and I won’t be able to command you not to slick, but that may not be a problem.”

Trey is foul, his acrid scent making me want to get away from him. Black spots appear in my vision, my ears ringing as he continues to squeeze my throat. My body may be a disappointment to him, because even though I may not desire him, I’ll still produce slick regardless. I’m heavily dialed into my omega instincts, and I was made to take a knot.

I just never dreamed it would be an alpha that isn’t mine.

Struggling, I try to kick him away, but whatever he injected me with is sapping my energy still.

“I love when they fight, just ask my little whore,” Trey says, dragging me to the pink covered bed. I swear it’s as if a five year old puked in here. My skin crawls as he shoves me down on the mattress and I continue to try to fight him off.

“Trey, no,” Wren rasps, crawling toward us jerkily. Slowly, she struggles to stand, hands up. “Don't hurt him. You can do whatever you want to me, but please. I’m begging you.”

A tear rolls down her cheek at her words, and I hate that she’s reduced to tears for this bastard. This would be easier if my metabolism would dump the sedative he gave me, but it’s taking its sweet time.

“Anything is a very sweet deal, but I think I’d rather watch you die inside,” Trey says, pulling a knife from his pocket. Releasing my throat, he allows me to suck in a breath as he pulls my hair back to firmly push the weapon at my jugular.

Holding my breath, I won’t dare breathe for fear that he’ll cut me. Even still, I can feel a drop of blood slowly sliding down my skin, because he still nicked me. Fuck, that’s sharp.

“Don’t take another step, Wren,” Trey barks. I can feel the command in his words, and my eyes roll to look at her. Finally I can see her frozen, eyes wide in fear.

There’s so much sadness, guilt, and anger in her gaze as she stares at me. I fucking hate this man.

“Good girl. I want you to watch me knot this pathetic little omega’s ass. It’s not you, but I haven’t fucked anyone since I sold you,” Trey says. “See this knife?”

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