Page 19 of Knot My Sin

God, we need this like a hole in the head, but fuck it. “Fine, we’ll feed the omega and then kick her out. Does that suffice for you, Shaw?”

“She doesn’t have any clothes,” Amb reminds us, agast.

“Goddamnit,” Shaw groans as he turns on the vehicle and shoves it into drive. “I’ll drive by a Walmart before we grab the pizza, but that’s where I draw the line. I’m not fucking going in!”

Rolling in my lips, I wonder how far this is going to go. This girl is bad news, the faster she’s gone, the better.

WREN

The room Flynn gave me is nice, but so was Trey’s mansion. I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop, so I refuse to get too comfortable here. There’s a beautiful bay window seat here at the front of the house, so I curl up and stare out the window. I can hear Flynn moving around the house, but I remain where I am.

I’m not a houseguest. I’m an inconvenience, and I’m quite ready to remove myself from this situation. Flynn checked the bathroom that connects to this room for any sharp objects, which made me amused. I’m tired of my life, the abuse, and just want it to end.

Would I do it myself? I just don’t know, so he may be right to keep pointy objects away from me. I drift in my mind as I think, though I’m careful not to delve too deep into the past. My sanity comes and goes, fractured at best. I do better when I don’t think past the age of fifteen.

Things were very dark before then.

Black spots appear in the corners of my vision before I force myself to take a breath. Come to think of it, this place isn’t really a great place to be, either. The alphas here may not have hurt me yet, but my heart is pining for my scent match.

It’s almost five in the afternoon when the SUV I arrived in yesterday pulls in. Thankfully, there was descenting soap in the shower, because I don’t want to make trouble for the nice omega who fed me. The breakfast was delicious, and one of the sweetest meals I’ve ever had.

I didn’t miss the worried glances Flynn kept giving me, but how do you explain to a complete stranger that you’re broken? Trey systematically pulled me apart to see what I was made of, and then put me back together with missing pieces.

Losing myself and dissociating is how I survive, but as I watch Shaw climb out of the vehicle, I shudder. I don’t know how to explain it, but he has a way of tethering me to the present.

I pretended to be asleep or knocked out when he thoughtlessly tossed me into the trunk. Instead, I was awake the entire time, trying everything possible to daydream and check out of my life.

All of my usual tricks didn’t work because his scent kept interrupting me. Sometimes, when Trey was punishing me, I’d pretend I was anywhere but in the moment. I would imagine I was happily mated, and that the nightmare was my handler, the alpha who bought me at the age of ten to be his perfect little fuck toy.

Now, with the truth walking into the house, it makes it harder to pretend. Wrapping my arms around my waist, I stare down at my lap. Flynn’s sweatshirt is huge on me, and I wish the scent of custard and chocolate was still enveloped in the material.

Instead, it’s right out of the dryer, since most omegas don’t like to have other scents around them.

I’m not normal, though. I don’t know the first thing about being an omega outside of what I’ve figured out by being one or overheard. Unfortunately, with the hormone suppressants, my body doesn’t really know which way is up or down.

A knock on the door makes me jump, gasping as I turn to face it.

“Yes?” I squeak. I’m capable of speaking, it’s just safer not to. Speaking out of turn led to pain.

I often wondered when I was younger if my parents sold me because I talked too much, except with five children, I somehow doubt that.

The door opens, and Ambrose’s chili and orange scent slips through. When I see his dark brows rise in surprise, I press my lips together.

“We brought back some pizza,” he says, a tight smile on his mouth. His fingers twitch, and I can see the tension in his body.

What’s going on?

“Why don’t you come eat, and then we can maybe chat?” he asks. I have questions I’ll never ask, but I am curious about what they have to say.

Carefully sliding my feet to the carpeted floor so I don’t flash him, I stand slowly. I’m not used to having so many carbs in the morning, and I feel a little dizzy. Flynn also never came back with my panties, and I wasn’t about to ask him for them.

Taking a step, I make a small sigh of relief when the room doesn’t spin. Ambrose gazes for a moment at me as I walk toward him before visibly shaking himself. I know I’m not normal, and I truly don’t believe I’ll ever know what that is.

“Alright, follow me then,” he says. Ambrose mutters to himself as we walk, and I catch the words “so odd”, or so I think.

I remind myself I don’t care what they think, because I want to be on my way as soon as possible. I haven’t really thought out a plan of action, I just know out of this house is best. An odd pang hits my stomach as I walk into the kitchen, making me wince.

This is a room full of laughter and alpha pheromones in this room, and that’s what I blame my current stomach pains on. I doubt it’s a heat, but I think I heard somewhere that prolonged exposure to your scent match could bring one on.

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