Page 27 of Knot My Sin

We’ll be back, Wren.

A part of me feels as if it’s shriveling as I begin the drive home. It doesn’t make sense. She should mean nothing to me, so why do I want to yank the wheel and return to the woods?

“I feel it too, you know,” Ambrose grunts. “I’ve been denying it, I just don’t fucking understand why I feel like this.”

“Our instincts don’t always make sense,” Everest rumbles. “Fuck, I feel like shit.”

Ambrose and I get lost in our thoughts as I get to our gate and drive us home. If I hold Flynn tighter, or we all cuddle closer when we go to bed, none of us mention it.

The little omega out there is someone, and the only way to solve the mystery is to find her.

7

WREN

Running into the woods seemed like the safest place to go when the rain started to fall when I left the pack’s home. Except now, it doesn’t seem like such a great idea.

Racing through the rain, I scream when a lightning bolt hits the log in front of me. Breathing hard, I moan as I bend over in pain.

“What the fuck is happening?!” I scream. Taking a step, slick begins to pool in my panties, and dread builds in my body. “No, no, please no.”

Back at the house, I started sweating, but I didn't think anything of it. Flynn seemed worried too when I left.

Did he have any idea my heat was hitting?

“I have more time, I have to,” I mutter as I continue to stumble along. One foot in front of the other is all that matters as I half run, half fall through the woods. The only thing saving my feet from being torn up are these damn boots.

There’s a river raging next to me, and I shake my head as I take a step toward it.

It’ll be cool there. It’ll only take a second, and everything will end.

“No,” I rasp. “Not yet.”

Turning away, I keep running. If I’m moving, then I’m alive. I need to get far away from the alphas, I can’t be weak and go crawling back. They aren’t mine, and Flynn doesn’t need me fucking up his blissful life.

God, I feel so hot.

I don’t know how long I’ve been running, but I pull off the sweatshirt I’m wearing and drop it to the ground. I’m soaked to the bone, and my clothes make my body feel as it weighs five million pounds. A wave of heat makes me sob, making me shake my head as my body shudders.

My hair flies from side to side as I scream to help take the edge off, but it doesn’t help. My stomach cramps viciously, pissed off that I’ve had the audacity to ignore it for so long.

“Please. Oh, God it hurts so much,” I keen. I need to be fucked. I need a knot. I need.

Gazing around in a daze, I’m grateful there’s no way I could even get back to Flynn and his alphas, because I am thoroughly lost. Another wave of pain makes me bend over as I scream into the void. The trees don’t care how loud I am, nor does it care for my pain. I suppose that’s fair. Kindness isn’t something I’m well accustomed to anyway.

Gasping as I continue to stumble along, I stop watching where I’m going and trip on a raised root, grunting as I hit the ground. Groaning as I lay in the fetal position, my head drops back as I pant. The pains give me a small reprieve, which makes my mind race with thoughts.

It would have been better if Trey had just killed me. It’s cruel to have a scent match, know who he is, and understand he’ll never be mine.

My brain is my own internal mean girl. I haven’t had friends since I was a young girl, but I remember how they’d act in school. Instead, my brain likes to twist my experiences, and then tell me that I deserved them. Every slap, every forced experience, every punishment Trey set out for me. I brought it all upon myself in some way.

“God,” I mewl as a flush slowly moves over my body. It feels like I’m being baked alive. Keening, I writhe on the ground. If there was an alpha with a knot anywhere near me, I would beg for him to fuck me.

The base reality of instincts and evolution is humbling when you’re in the middle of it. I never want to do this again.

The doctor said the hormonal suppression therapy could ruin my ability to have a heat. Surprise! He was wrong. My body is finding a way to fuck me over yet again.

Forcing myself onto my hands and knees, I begin to crawl across the floor. Everything in me is telling me to keep moving, so I obey my instincts. The wind tears at my hair and clothing, while I’m half blinded by the rain. The canopy of trees makes everything feel darker, more depressing.

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