Page 38 of Tangled in Knots

“Yes, sir,” he says, his sweatshirt hiding how tensely corded his muscles are. We kept this information hidden for the most part from Damon, but I have a feeling Rock is going to attempt to blow it all sky high.

Dad enjoys being dramatic, and as far as he’s concerned, Damon doesn’t give a shit about this omega.

“You’ve been taking good care of the little omega, and she trusts you, wouldn’t you say?” Dad asks.

Lifting her, he plops the omega onto the couch where Adira curls up to stay warm on the cold leather. Dad tosses away the soft blanket, shrugging as he refocuses his attention on Morris.

“Yes, sir,” my beta agrees. “I would say she does.”

Morris doesn’t ask why Dad is asking, nor does he invite further conversation. He simply waits to be told what to do. Glancing over at him, I can see his chest rising a little faster, almost panting from the anger he’s feeling. I, on the other hand, simply feel fear for my pack.

We can’t fuck up.

“Perfect. You’re her handler while she’s in the auction house. Ophelia doesn’t want to deal with the little omega, thinks she’ll be trouble,” Dad says with a shrug.

My father has been known to stretch the truth, and I already suggested that Morris be on hand to ensure everything goes smoothly. It figures this is the position he’s taking, though.

“What exactly does that entail?” Kane asks, brow raised as we circle around Dad.

Rock crosses his ankle over his knee as he gets comfortable on the couch next to Adira, looking unconcerned. He’s the boss here, and his nonchalant demeanor is meant to remind us of that.

“It means whatever the fuck I say it does typically,” he drawls. “Since he’s your beta, I’ll read you in, I suppose. Morris will keep the omega compliant through any means necessary,including bringing her on stage and fucking her. I need a real show for these buyers. They need to be riled into a frenzy to possess her. I can fucking smell her from here and my dick is already hard. Hard to imagine how you lot were able to ignore her through her heat.”

“We were working,” Damon says, shrugging. “What kind of soldiers would we be if we were fucking the merchandise instead of working?”

My lips twitch at his words, because it’s what I would have preferred to have been the case. Never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined that Damon would be scent matched to the omega we were sent to kidnap.

It’s either the worst luck or just what we need. The jury is still out.

“Too true,” Rock grunts. “Morris, can you handle fucking the omega with the other alphas? Your job is to make the little slut come as often as possible, while the three of you fuck her. I want the entire hall to smell like her. Ophelia has a few tricks up her sleeve to make the girl crave dicks and knots.”

God, can we be done with this conversation? I don’t know how much control Damon has over his temper, but I can feel it inside of me. It’s a living, breathing thing, forcing me to shield my mind, so that I can think.

“You’re looking to drive them into a bidding frenzy,” Damon says calmly. “It’s the best way to get your money’s worth out of her.”

“Yes, I am. The auctions aren’t legal, so it’ll be happening sooner, so that if anyone gets wind that shouldn’t, it’ll be all over by its intended date. Nothing to see and the omega will be firmly established in her new hell.”

“I’m surprised she’s getting off so easily,” I say before I can bite the words back. Fuck, I’m so used to my role as Rock’s son, my words get away from me.

“Nah,” Dad says with a dark chuckle, his hand landing on Adira’s exposed thigh. My shirt swallows her, but in trying to pull her legs up to try to cover herself, it also revealed more skin.

“Morris, your goal is to get her to scream and cry for the audience. Spit in her asshole, use whatever slick she releases to fuck her with and not an ounce more. You can’t tear any of her holes too badly, because that’ll hurt her value, but I want her destroyed. No one and nothing will save her.”

Rock wants her soul to die on the selling block. He expects her to be publicly broken. Swallowing hard when his gaze is pulled back to my beta, I keep an impassive smirk on my face as my heart pounds. We may lose Damon either way at this auction.

“Yes, sir,” Morris grunts. “I can do that.”

“See that you do,” Dad says with a nod. “Ophelia has huge alphas that are very good at humiliation tactics and making omegas cry. It’s been a while since she’s had to stage an auction like this and she’s pulling out all the stops. She’ll give you one of her special pills to ensure that all you can think of is fucking the omega. It’ll keep you rock hard for as long as this takes.”

“You have enough people to do this sooner than the nineteenth?” I ask. “It’s a big shift.”

“I do,” he says. “Always watching out for my best interests, son. The buyers are in line and everyone that was originally invited has been updated about the situation.”

I need to check and make sure that includes my buyers. I can’t help Adira if they don’t know.I haven’t been on the grid outside of a few calls to keep this under wraps, so even if they know of the change, they wouldn’t tell me.

I’m being paranoid, refusing to send any texts because I don’t want them intercepted. Unfortunately, I’m getting blindsided because of it.

“I had a very unlikely pack reach out about the auction,” Dad adds, and I worry he’ll be able to hear how loud my heart is beating. “They want to give their parents a grandchild, and believe this omega will be able to give that to them. Can you imagine breaking an omega until she’s the perfect mafia princess? Destroyed, living in her own hell over and over? If she can’t give the brothers children, they promise to give her back to me to sell again.”

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