Page 184 of Knot Their Omega

“C’mon. Let’s do the deed already.”

“No. She has to be fully in her Heat for us to start,” a deep and familiar voice points out. “When she’s begging for us to fuck her, it won’t be considered rape. Can’t go against the movement rules. We can then get her to sign the contract, and that overrides whatever agreement the government has in the system. It’s fool’s proof.”

“How much longer is it gonna take?” Another voice groans impatiently. “Her scent is fucking amazing. I just wanna stuff her up.”

“Wear a mask if you’re too weak to be patient!” the deep voice huffs. “You can be last in line, too.”

“Fuck, be nice, Alvin. I’m the one who made sure she didn’t suffocate on her own blood. Whatever drug shit you stuffed in that package could have killed her!”

Now I recognize that voice.

Black Coffee Spinach.

“Well, Chris, how the fuck did I know it was that powerful?” There’s Dirty Orange. “The fucker who sold it to me barely let me off the hook for it. It’s thanks to the money Nate gave us thatwe’re able to walk out of there alive. You know how hard it is to get this powder shit.”

Nate? Nathaniel… Jr. Wait… is this the pack he’s been helping who needed financial aid? The Rosedale pack are his friends?

“It doesn’t matter,” Chris brushes off the topic. “It won’t be long now. I ripped off that patch she had on. I overheard a doctor saying that’s what prevents Omegas from going into full Heat. With it off for the past four hours, it should kick in, especially when she’s been so stimulated by those blooming fuckers.”

“This was perfect fucking timing,” Alvin laughs. “Her mom was so desperate for money. To set up her child is fucking wild. Never seen a mother so selfish.”

“Best part, I caught onto the aftermath that followed on the camera before they found our little bug,” Chris hypes up. “Her pack came back, and she had to tell them.”

“Hold on. This chick’s pack?”

“No! Those band fuckers ain’t going to drive 200 miles to find us. They got to focus on their concert shit,” Chris says in excitement. “The mom’s pack. The Soleil founder. Rich as fuck with his pack. They’re billionaires!”

“Fuck… really?”

“Yup. I did some digging to make sure I had enough ammo to encourage the mom to join in on our deal, but that Omega is toxic as fuck. I’m surprised he and his pack didn’t divorce her,” Chris reveals. “But I saw they filed for divorce with her.”

“No fucking way?! When?”

“Two weeks ago, apparently. I think it was the same day Nate walked away from the band. Don’t know the logistics and shit, but in the documents, it said he and his pack found out the mother wanted to sell off his daughter, and he wasn’t going to stand for it. So, he called for a divorce and full custody of the Omega.”

Two weeks ago…

Meaning… when Nathaníel had called Dad with my phone.

“Shut up! Isn’t that fucking bad for us?!” Alvin snarls. “Yeah, she’s of age, but remember, she’s not officialized into a pack. Those billionaire fuckers can come after us.”

“Not when the mother hasn’t signed the dotted line, so technically, she’s still under their guardianship. By the time they figure out where we are, this Omega will be ours and sign the marriage contract, so her dad and the pack can’t do shit, even if they wanted to. Touch a single hair on our heads and they’re going to jail for harassment,” Chris reveals. “Then I’ll counter-sue, forcing them to give me millions as severance. Add that and a restraining order, and this chick will never get to see her dad and his pack again.”

Just the painted idea sends fear through me, but I realize I can’t move. My whole body feels numb—and extremely hot.It’s the weirdest feeling, almost like all of this is a feverish dream, but I know this is real. That I’ve been kidnapped by the Rosedale pack.

I can’t even whimper at the idea, unable to make a sound while my limbs are heavyweights that won’t budge.

I just listen to how my heart hammers against my chest as Alvin and Chris laugh in glee. I realize their sound of mockery is fading, and it’s not long before darkness takes me once more.

“You called the rest of the pack?” a voice speaks again. I can’t differentiate who’s saying what, but I listen to the words that are echoing above me.

“Yup. Decided to invite two other packs. Figured if this bitch is going to be our Omega, we can help our friends out.”

There’s a whistle followed by a deep chuckle.

“She’s gonna be fucked by twenty-five of us? Damn. Imagine each of us knotting in her. She’ll be a cum factory by the time we’re through. I wonder who baby she’s gonna carry first.”

Laughter ignites, and I feel a pinch along my breast. It’s not necessarily painful, but not comfortable either. I can’t fully describe the sensation, but I do hear a small groan leave my lips.

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