Page 42 of Knot My Sin

“I’ve never been pulled to bid at an auction in my life. You just called to me when I saw you,” Flynn explains. “Stay with us. I have a feeling you’re important to other people too.”

“What does that mean?” I ask. “Who’s looking for me?”

Shaw’s fingers tangle in my hair, massaging my scalp almost unconsciously. It feels so good, I moan softly, writhing between them.

“You’re so beautiful,” Shaw says in awe. “Don’t hide from me, please. I need to ask you something really important. No one wants to hurt you in this conversation, you’re safe here. We’d just slaughter anyone who would dare.”

My head lifts as I hear the sincerity in his words and I meet his eyes.

“Ask,” I rasp.

“Does the name Harley Rivers mean anything to you?” Shaw asks.

Closing my eyes, I shudder. “What?” I wail.

I thought that name was long dead, but I’m not that little girl anymore.

“Shh, I’m sorry. You answered to that name in the woods. Did you know that?” he asks.

I vaguely remember hearing it before I called for help. I really thought I had hallucinated it.

“I… why do you know that name?” I ask. Opening my eyes, I gaze up into my scent match’s eyes.

His whiskey brown eyes are compassionate and soft as he looks down at me.

“Jasper Rivers has been looking for you for a very long time, Sweetness. The only reason we were at that auction was because he told us about how his sister was sold on her birthday,” he says.

“My parents drugged me,” I remember. “They didn’t want an omega in the house. I’m not Harley anymore, and Jasper has always hated me. There’s no way he’s looking for me. It’s cruel to lie to me.”

Pulling away from them, Shaw curses as my hair tugs as he attempts to untangle his fingers from my tresses. Swiping my arm up to break the bubble of warmth from the blankets. They fly to the side as I scramble off the bed, needing space.

Gasping as my legs barely hold my weight, I sob at how fucking weak my body is. Managing to stay upright, I fling open the door and start walking. I don’t know or care where I go, I just need some air.

Harley Rivers is a little girl who died the first time Trey hurt her. I died the first time he raped me, and I continue to die piece by piece every day. The world seems to enjoy throwing me into the fire, just to watch me burn.

I’m so fucking tired.

EVEREST

Wren stumbles down the stairs, her tears blinding her as she walks.

“Wren?” I ask, my feet taking me toward her. Ducking around me on instinct, I’m reminded that I’m a big alpha, and she has no reason to trust me.

I hate that I did this to her.

Wren runs to the back door, throwing it open as she races into the yard, gasping for breath. The alarm blares as I watch, and Amb moves over to turn it off. We don’t really need it during the day, it’s just that none of us have gone outside for any reason.

Our little omega drops to her knees and screams, making me rub my chest as I watch.

“What happened?” I ask, my voice hoarse with emotion.

Shaw’s at my side now with Flynn, sighing as he looks out the large picture windows to where our omega is losing her shit. It’s heartbreaking, and makes me want to hold her.

“She thinks I’m lying about her brother. Guys, Wren is definitely Harley,” Shaw says.

I’m walking across the house before I fully realize it. I’m accepting my instincts, because clearly they know better than I do.

“Everest,” Amb starts to say but I’m already pushing my way out of the house and into the cool air.

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