Page 51 of Tangled in Knots

The alpha holding my leash pulls me along, my numb legs following the best I can. While my hands are free, there’s no use in fighting. I can’t feel Damon anymore, it’s as if he simply disappeared. An emptiness is there now instead, and I whimper.

It was almost okay when I knew he was with me, even though he hasn’t been a great scent match. Sometimes when you’re scraping the bottom of the barrel, you’ll grasp at anything to not be alone. My breaths are coming faster as I’m forced to walk through a room filled with alphas.

As my nose begins to run, I’m again reminded of how lucky I am not to be able to smell anything. I can only hope I’m out of here before the scents become overwhelming. Some omegas can pass out from having so many alphas surrounding them, which is why they take some kind of alpha pheromone suppressant.

Fingers pinch whatever they can as I walk, and hands grope, making me squeak uncomfortably in pain. My ass is on fire, my body over sensitive, and none of this is helping, as I attempt to regulate after being forcibly used for the audience’s pleasure.

“Do you want me to clean her up?” Ophelia asks as I am yanked to a stop in front of her.

Two alphas with brown hair and reddish tints in their facial hair glare menacingly down at me as they cross their arms. What I can see of their arms are covered with tattoos, one of which is a skull that states ‘My Queen’, while another has a crown with the name ‘Quinn’ and a date.

Did they lose someone? Their omega maybe? I don’t understand why they’d want me. The tattoos are melded so well within the others, I’d never be able to read it if my eye hadn’t happened to stop on them.

I shouldn’t have any kind of questions or sympathy for alphas who are going to treat me like a broodmare. The exact thought makes me shudder from more than the drugs or the chilly air.

“Nay, we’ll take her as is,” the one with the crown tattoo growls. He has closely cut brown hair and a goatee, his vibrant green eyes assessing me.

I shiver as I wait, unable to decide if this is the lesser of any other evil.

“Aye, we have a drive back. Bind the bitch’s arms behind her and we’ll be on our way,” the other alpha says with a shrug. He has a fuller beard and spiky hair, his lips twisted in disgust as his sky blue eyes gaze at my cum spattered skin.

I feel every bit of the weight of his judgment and distaste as I stand there. I’m sure my teeth would be chattering with fear if it wasn't for this godforsaken gag holding my mouth and lips open wide.

My arms are pulled roughly back by the alpha who holds my leash currently, rough rope dragging along my skin as the knots pin my limbs down.

Knots quite simply ruin my life. It figures that the trend would continue even now.

The alpha with the skull tattoo roughly grabs my arm and pulls me away from Ophelia’s pet, while the alpha with thecrown raises his brow at Ophelia and Rock. Time is moving funny for me, or maybe it’s the trauma and drugs, because I didn’t notice my scent match’s father stroll up to join us.

“Our business is concluded for now,” the alpha says cryptically, his blue eyes cutting over to me as if attempting to hide something from me.

I’m no one and nothing, not anymore. Thrown away, forgotten, and bought. It doesn’t really matter what I do or don’t know anymore, so I don’t understand why he’s giving this so much effort.

“Don’t worry, Duncan, I told her about how she’s nothing but a cum dumpster until or if you manage to knock her up,” Rock says with a chuckle. “If you don’t, she’ll simply come right back here to do this again. Maybe this time, I’ll even have my fun too.”

Ophelia’s eyes widen for a moment before turning away, my future written in the stars and therefore predetermined. I’m well and truly fucked then.

“Let us have our shot at her first,” Duncan says with a dark chuckle. “Fifteen million dollars is a lot of money not to give this our full effort, Mr. Dresmond. Thank you for allowing my brother and I to attend today. I look forward to other business opportunities with you.”

“Same,” Rock says with a nod. “Bye now.”

I’m dragged away from Ophelia and Rock, my feet almost falling over each other as I struggle to keep up with Duncan and his brother’s long strides.

Why is it that I continue to end up with brothers? Is this another way that the Fates are cackling over their twisted humor? Whose metaphysical yarn did I manage to piss on?

The wind and cold whip into the building the moment the door is shoved open, and I moan in despair as I see that it’s also beginning to snow. I wonder if it’s possible to get frostbite from walking naked through this.

No one will miss me, Dad is dead, maybe these alphas will simply give me the mercy of shooting me in the back of the head when I don’t get pregnant. I don’t know what biology’s twisted rules are for omegas who are separated from their bond mates.

Are there any? Why didn’t I search the dark web for this?

I’m vaguely aware of the way my feet begin to freeze as I walk along the ice and snow covering the concrete, and then I’m being bundled into a blanket and shoved into the back of an SUV’s trunk.

Huh. Funny how I’ve been in this situation before. I don’t make a sound as the door shuts next to me, and doors are quickly opened to turn on the heat. This SUV has vents above me, so the warmth pumps into the trunk as my head lulls to the side.

My mouth remains open around the gag to expand the full range of humiliation, as I continue to drool, only now it’s on the blanket I’m wrapped in.

I suppose making sure their purchase doesn’t freeze is probably a good idea.

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