Page 32 of Cruel Knots

Damien and his brothers unleashed their rage and hatred on me. They hate Callum but used me to steal their pleasure.

Humiliation burns in my belly as I remember the way I begged them to keep fucking me. My heat drove all sense and logic out of my head, making me crave their wild, unrestrained poundings.

There are still a few more days to go until my heat subsides. These men would have no use for me after they’re done abusing me for their pleasure.

Sooner or later, they’ll have to let me go.

Even though the omega in me cowers at the thought, this might become an opportunity for me to escape Callum. If I can hide myself long enough, he’ll eventually give up on trying to find me and assume I’m dead. Once I’ve found a safe place, I can attempt to steal Dad away from that house.

The thought of escaping Callum brings me a glimmer of hope, but it does nothing to make my present situation any better.

Without timely birth control, I risk being impregnated by these strange alphas. Omegas are most fertile during their heats and with three alphas pumping their semen into me, there’s almost a hundred percent chance of me to conceive.

The remnants of dried cum on my thighs make my skin feel uncomfortably sticky. I want a hot shower and plenty of soap to rinse away every memory of last night. But what I need most are birth control pills as soon as my heat is over.

I strain my ears to catch a wisp of sound from upstairs but fail. Silence weighs heavily on me. The still and quiet basement makes me feel trapped, suffocating me.

Did they leave me here to rot?

“It’s so damn cold,” I mutter, rubbing my arms. “Hello?” I holler, hoping someone would hear me. “Is anyone there?”

At this point, I don’t even care if my shouts bring Damien, the scar-faced alpha, down here. I just need someone to assure me that I’m not trapped alone in this dark, cold basement.

“Hello? Anyone out there?” I scream over and over until my voice grows hoarse.

A sudden noise reaches my straining ears, shutting me up immediately. It sounds like someone is sliding a bolt against a door.

Sitting up straighter, I look in that direction.

A tall rectangle of golden light forms in the far top, right corner. I blink, adjusting to the sudden brightness. Light floods from the opening, illuminating a short staircase.

A dark shape appears there.

“You’re being too loud, Princess,” says a familiar voice. “I thought you’d be too exhausted to wake up in the middle of the night.”

I immediately recognize him as the tall, lean alpha who used my mouth.

He descends the stairs and comes to stand before me.

I quickly fold my arms across my chest and close my legs, struggling to clutch onto the last shred of my modesty.

“Do you want to pee?” he asks.

“Huh?”

“Isn’t that why you were screaming?”

“Uhh...” I mumble, noticing the bucket in his hand.

Until now, I didn’t even think about peeing, but my bladder squeezes at the reminder. Shit!

“Can I use a bathroom?” I ask.

“Sure. Here, you go.” He sets the bucket next to me.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He kneels before me, grinning like a shit-eating demon. A cross-shaped silver earring flashes at his right ear as he leans into me.

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