Page 69 of Knot a Thief

He places a box on the table beside me. “Start taking pregnancy tests from tomorrow. Once confirmed, I’ll have my doctor check you over.”

Pregnancy test?

He kneels on the bed and straddles me. “Now tilt your chin up so I can tend your bite.”

I’m not finished.

“You want to get me pregnant?” I say. My tone is much quieter than before.

“I will get you pregnant. Hopefully, you already are.”

“You claimed me!” Pregnant! Anger fuels a burning inferno in my gut, and I hoist my knee so hard, cracking him in his balls.

The moment my knee connects with his groin, Max’s eyes enlarge in not only shock but also pain. I know because I feel it through his fucking bond.

A strangled grunt escapes his lips as he instinctively curls inward.

I smile when he rolls off me, his face contorted in agony. His hands cup his injured area as he struggles to breathe through the intense waves of discomfort.

“F-fuck,” he gasps out, his voice a strained groan.

My omega instincts to care for him kick in, but with all my might, I clench my hands, feeling my fingernails digging into my palms, and fight the urge to tend to him.

He’s claimed me forever, and he’s going to regret it.

For a moment, he’s completely vulnerable, all his alpha bravado stripped away by the primal pain. His face is pale, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to regain control of himself.

After a few seconds, he opens his eyes, fixing me with a glare that’s a mix of pain, anger, and maybe a little begrudged respect.

“You little—” he wheezes, unable to finish the sentence.

He tries to sit up, but the movement causes another spike of pain. He groans, falling back onto the bed.

I smile and shuffle away from him.

“Don’t move,” he growls through gritted teeth, though it’s clear he’s in no condition to stop me if I try to leave.

As I watch him struggle, I realize I have a brief window of opportunity. The mighty alpha is momentarily incapacitated, giving me a chance I hadn’t expected.

“Where am I?”

He smiles. “Dupont Island. And this time you won’t escape, so don’t bother trying.”

I feel my entire body sag. I escaped before, but that was with the help of a scuba jet.

I’ll find a way.

He grabs my wrist and drags me back onto the bed. “I’ll have eyes on you permanently. You won’t escape. Now I advise you to let me tend to your bite, else it’ll get infected.” His voice is calmer than I expected—considering. “Or I’ll turn you on your stomach and smack that ass of yours.”

I sigh, pressing my head on the pillow. The soft sheets rustle beneath me as I tilt my head high.

My heart races when I feel the bed shift as Max moves closer.

His touch, when it comes, is remarkably gentle. And considering I just ruined his future chances of having a child, it’s a little surprising.

His fingers brush my hair aside, exposing the bite mark on my neck. Despite my best efforts to resist, a shiver runs down my spine at the contact.

“This might sting a little,” he murmurs, his voice low and unexpectedly comforting.

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