Page 88 of Knot a Thief

I glare at him. “My life has been ruined because of alphas. Don’t you get it. I don’t want you. You awakened the omega in me, but I was happier before. I’m strong. I can fight any urges I have.”

Max remains impassive in the face of my outburst, which only infuriates me more.

Silas, still holding my arm, looks conflicted, his earlier anger now tinged with something else. Could it be regret? Concern?

He pulls me close to him and purrs to calm me.

“Please don’t do that?” I whimper.

“Shh …”

“Ava,” Max says calmly, “you need to stop fighting. Let us help you.”

“Please, just let me go.” I beg him.

Max leans back in his chair, studying me with those cold, calculating eyes. He sighs deeply before he says softly, “We’ll see. Go to your room.”

I pull out of Silas’ grip and stride away.

“You purred.” I hear Max say to Silas.

“She’s my omega, Max. I don’t know how I can make her realize it. But I can’t let her go.”

It’s too fucking late.

I don’t listen to Max’s reply.

My heart aches too much as I walk away.

Inside my room, I lock the door and curl up on the bed, cover my face and silently sob.

After my escape attempt, Max has ramped up the amount of bodyguards around the island. I overheard five were sacked for letting me get as close as I did to escaping.

But like the cameras in my room, I ignore them.

I know they watch me all the time. Not just from the cameras, but I’ve caught both men staring at me as I walk around the island. When I play with Lily, even when I talk to the guards. They think they can break me, but they won’t get me down, nor stop me from escaping.

My wardrobe is now full of clothes and everything a girl could ever want. But this girl wants none of it.

I might be a thief who likes money, but Max Montgomery can’t buy me.

I slap a wide-brimmed hat on my head and wear a pair of large sunglasses and then, as per my usual morning routine, I walk around the island.

I know I’m being watched, followed, but I refuse to hide in my room and wallow. I also refuse to believe there’s no way to escape.

When I reach the highest point on the island, I sit on the ground, my knees to my chest, and rest my chin on my folded arms.

I stare at Ibiza in the distance. My gaze roaming to the boats all around. To the ferry on its way to Majorca.

My home.

And my heart sinks in my stomach.

Has Seb given up on me?

Even if I get away from here, can we get ourselves back to where we were?

As I scan the horizon, a boat catches my eye. There’s something familiar about the man fishing on it.

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