Page 17 of Fight

I’m panting as I start to hear sirens, and I shake myself as I run back to my car. The door is still hanging open the way I left it. I don’t have time to spend here asking mindless questions that won’t help Cere.

“What are you doing right now? Augustine?” Gabriel asks.

“I called the emergency service line before I called you, but I can’t help them with their questions, because they’re the same ones I have,” I grunt, getting into the truck. My vehicle is still running, so I listen for the direction the police sirens are coming from and then slam my car into drive to do a U-turn.

“I’m headed back to you, where I can find some answers.”

Blowing out a breath, I hear Gabriel moving around. “Fuck, alright. There are only so many places he can take her,” he mutters. “I’ll meet you at the gym when you’re closer to Chicago. It’ll be late, but I have a feeling Tommy will want to meet to talk once he finds out about this. Let me go call David.”

“I’ll be losing my mind the whole way back,” I sigh.

“I’m really sorry, Auggie. I’ll help you get her back,” he promises before hanging up to see what he can find.

I manage to stay under police radar as I race out of the city to drive back to Chicago, but the entire time my mind is racing with all of the awful things that could be happening to her. Cere is tough as nails, however, she’s tiny. The things huge alphas could do to her potentially is terrifying.

I’m tortured by thoughts of the auctions and them hurting her in the most gruesome of ways, spending the drive screaming and punching at my steering wheel whenever I hit traffic. It's late, but there are still semis and late night drivers on the highways.

Please, please be okay, baby.

CERENITY

A large bump tosses my body around, making me whimper as I’m hauled back with rough hands.

“What?” I whisper, blinking rapidly as I see several pairs of cruel eyes gazing down at me. There are bright lights over me, and I can see Arthur’s smug face. “Let me go!”

My arms are yanked over my head as I begin to struggle and kick, struggling to calm my racing heartbeat. I can’t have a panic attack. I need to find a way out of this fucked up situation.

“I’ve never had a feisty omega before,” Arthur sneers beside me as he gropes my breast and pinches my nipple so hard I scream. Several hands hold me down on the cold metal floor of the panel van.

“I usually like my women willing or crying. It’s fun when their tears leak over my cock, drenching my knot. You’re more trouble than you’re worth. I wonder if your pussy is at least tight.”

Fingers start to undo the button on my pants, and I lament over the loss of my knife that I must have lost at one point. I realize I was too quick to worry about that when one of the alphas in the van pulls my knife out of his back pocket.

“Such a little girl for a big knife like this,” he grunts, beginning to cut my pants off me for shits and giggles. “You should find out exactly how tight her pussy is before you surrender her to the auction and Clara.”

My mind whirls as I wonder idly who Clara is. I focus on the oddest shit, but I can’t help the hyperfocus right now in an effort to disassociate enough that I won’t panic.

Arthur chuckles at my face, because I feel fucking sick as I continue to struggle, even though my brain feels like it’s been rattled. My head really hurts, and I can feel blood starting to dry on my skin. I don’t know how anyone could want me right now. I’m sure I look like a nightmare.

I blame my injuries, certain I hit my head as the alpha’s words fully register. Fuck, the auctions. It’s every omega’s boogeyman in the night. Ophelia must no longer be an option now.

“No!” I scream as my pants are ripped off of me and Arthur shreds my shirt as if it’s paper. No matter how scrappy I may be, I’m completely outmatched as strong, hot hands spread my legs apart.

The alpha with my knife cuts off my panties, cursing when he knicks my skin, causing a thin trail of blood to flow from my thigh.

“Eh, I’ll use the blood as lube if the bitch is broken and won’t slick for me,” Arthur grunts as he releases his cock.

The bulbous red head appears angry, but I focus on fighting instead of commenting on how I’m drier than a bone for him. I may be an omega, but my body has standards.

Arthur runs his thick fingers through my blood before pushing them inside my virgin channel, making me grit my teeth. I will not scream for him. Standing, he fists his cock as he thrusts his fingers inside of me, and the alphas urge him on as they hold me down and touch me.

“Maybe the cold fish will actually get to know what a real alpha is like before we hand her over,” one of them says as he rubs my clit. It hurts because he’s using it like a DJ booth, making me whimper in pain as I writhe to get away from him.

“Think that’s why she’s got so many anger issues?” Arthur asks as he strokes his cock. My body is exposed to him, and I notice he’s favoring one of his legs as if it pains him. I hold on tightly to the fact that I hurt him, not that it makes this any easier.

“Do you just need a big fat knot?”

Forcing my voice to work despite my brain screaming at me to be quiet, I rasp, “If that was true, you still wouldn’t make the cut.”

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