Page 109 of Omega for the Pack

“I know where you are,” said Grogan in a sing-song voice when he heard the phone. Before I could answer, he burst into the closet, knocking the phone out of my hands. I screamed, but he covered my mouth with his hand quickly. It was all a blur ashe lifted me and threw me on the bed. “Your dad said I might find you with the Lustfur Pack.”

“My dad sent you?” I gasped, scooting away from him. But it was useless. He pounced on me, moving his hands up my legs.

“He was pissed you sent your little pack after him,” he sneered. Up close, he looked horrible, with scars littering his face and one eye glazed over.Was he blind in one eye? His hair flew crazily around his face as he sat on top of my thighs.

“Please get off me,” I said. “I’m pregnant.”

“Your dad wanted you gone when you were sixteen. Did you know that?”

What? Did my dad send him to me the day my mom died?Grogan had to be lying.

“He only started hating me after you killed my mother,” I said.

“That’s not true,” said Grogan. “He hated you ever since you were born. He was scared he would cheat on his wife with you. It was a mistake that your mother died. We made a deal that I would only take you. He owes me a shit ton of money too, and you’re the payment. Now I'll take my pleasure."

"Please stop," I begged as he kissed my breasts over my dress. I took a deep breath to scream, but he covered my mouth again with his rough palm.

"Scream, and I'll slit your throat," he rasped.

My mind was racing with what he just revealed to me. It wasn’t my fault at all that Mom died. It was all Dad’s fault. From the beginning, it washisfault. And now I was offered to pay off his gambling debt.

I nodded quickly, and he released my mouth.

“Let me get some toys for my pleasure, too,” I said. “It’s right here.”

“Hurry up, my cock’s waiting,” said Grogan, pulling down his pants and freeing his penis. I didn't dare look in that direction. "This will be your last time having sex. So enjoy it while it lasts."

I rolled over and quickly opened up the drawer on the nightstand. I wanted to get away from his leering self, but he had ahold of my lower legs. I grabbed the pocket knife I’d seen on my first day here and rolled back to face him. Grogan lifted my dress, spreading my legs.

Lifting my arm high, I screamed and stabbed at his neck as hard as I could with the little knife. My heart pounded hard as I watched him glare at me. He growled, pulling the knife out. It didn’t seem to faze him, even though blood dripped all over the bed.

Fuck…I was so dead.

Jatix

Keera hadn’t answeredmy call.

I wondered why she called me as I opened the garage door for more guests. My mansion was full of people, and it was a happy time for our growing pack. I made my way into the house and into the kitchen. I couldn’t see Keera around the living room either.

“Jatix, we need more snacks and shit,” said Shawn, running around like a headless chicken.

“Calm down,” I said. “Where’s Keera?”

“Upstairs, I think.”

Was she okay? She said she wasn’t feeling well earlier. It was probably early labor.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard scuffling going on in the master bedroom. My heart in my throat, I raced to the door, flinging it wide open. There was Grogan on top of my omega with a knife glinting in his hand.

“What the fuck?!” I roared. “Get off her!”

“Come any closer, and I’ll slit her throat,” said Grogan, pushing her in front of him and holding a knife over her neck.

Keera looked terrified, her eyes wide with fear.

Anger and rage filled my body.How dare he touch my pregnant precious omega?! My mate.

I felt my body shifting, my clothes ripping apart as I shifted into my werewolf form. Only alphas could shift on Howl’s Edge. Keera screamed as Grogan pressed the knife deeper into her neck. Her fear evoked a primal response from my wolf as I roared. My muscles tensed as I prepared to rip his fucking head off.

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