Page 11 of Tangled in Knots

“I think the omega is already broken,” Damon murmurs. God, I’m losing my mind already.

Burying my head in my thigh, I try to self soothe, rocking back and forth. It helps a little, though the itch for soft blankets and no windows is digging deep under my skin. “Not broken,” I mutter.

“Of course not,” someone says from the front of the car. I don’t know what I want or need, but those words seem to help. Breathing my own scent in, I ignore the amount of slick that is starting to soak through my leggings. Even though they’re black, I’m sure it’s noticeable.

A thump in the back next to me makes me jump, and I look up, eyes wide. Jed is next to me, his huge frame taking up a lot of space.

“Go away,” I rasp petulantly. I may be in pain, but I’m still just stubborn enough to refuse this alpha hole’s company.

“I’m just here to see if I can help. Just because I’m selling your ass doesn’t mean?—”

Morris groans under his breath as I glare at him, kicking Jed in the thigh. Not even flinching, he raises his brow and pulls the rope I had around my wrists away from me.

“That’s exactly what it means. I don’t want, nor desire your help,” I growl, swallowing the wince of pain as my stomach cramps again.

“Feisty little omega,” Kane purrs.

“None of that.” I sigh. “If your plans are to take me to an auction house for a debt that I’m not responsible for, I would rather gnaw my arm off than accept any help from you.”

“Dramatic too,” Damon comments.

Turning away, I lay my head on the plastic paneling of the SUV, focused on taking a nap. Pressing my lips against each other to ensure I’m not unwittingly speaking, I close my eyes, shutting out the world. The alphas talk softly with the beta, slowly wrapping me in their voices.

I know it’s not intentional, but it does help me drop off to sleep. The heat spikes will get worse, and I’m worried I won’t be able to keep myself from begging them to mount me.

Why would my father do this to me?

CHAPTER 4

MORRIS

The roads are getting worse, which makes me scowl. The snow wasn’t supposed to come in this fast. Dammit. I fucking hate when the weatherman lies to me.

Picking up the phone, I call my sister who is on vacation in Bermuda. Missouri is not her favorite place to be during the winter, but her pack’s family lives here as do I, so she deals with it.

“Hey sis,” I say as soon as she answers. I’m not a fan of talking on the phone while driving, but if I pull over, I may end up in a snow drift. I’m fucked either way.

“Are you okay? You sound weird,”Zela asks. My older sister is just too smart.

“I’m on a job, and I’m about to become a popsicle if I don’t find a place to pull over soon,” I sigh. “I’m driving through a snowstorm that wasn’t supposed to happen until I was much further into my drive.”

“How far is my house from you?” she asks immediately. Damn, I love this woman.

“Twenty minutes. I’m with the rest of Pack Dresmond. Can we crash there?” I ask. I force my voice to sound normal, even though I’m worried about the little omega sleeping in the trunk. Jed is sitting across from her, staring at her as if he can figure out her secrets while she sleeps.

I don’t think it works like that, Alpha. Good luck though. She shrugged off his bark as if it was nothing. I can’t even do that. They feel like bee stings forcing me to submit. Thankfully, Jed is careful not to push his alpha dominance into his bark often.

“Yes, Morris, of course. There’s food in the deep freezer, the generator works in case you end up without power, and we even decorated the Christmas tree. The kids may have made a bit of a mess with the tinsel, but I’m not there to see it,”Zela giggles. “Anything else you need?”

I want to close my eyes in shame at my next question, but she’s the only one I can ask. “I may have a pack-less omega going through her first heat. I have a suspicion her father has had her on suppressants most of her adult life. Any suggestions on what to do about that?” I ask.

Zela is quiet for so long that I swallow hard. She knows who I work for so she won’t press for details, but I’m not afraid to admit that I’m in over my head. A door snicks closed, making me realize she was walking away from her pack to talk. “Please tell me you’re joking…”she hisses.

Blowing out a breath, I shake my head, knowing she can’t see me. “Nope,” I gulp, tossing my locs over my shoulder in distress. I’m pretty solid in a stressful situation, but I hate upsetting my big sister. My large body is tense, and my shoulders are touching my ears as I have this conversation.

“Help, please. I can’t tell you anything else or I would. I was just going to throw her in the basement because you typically keep that really clean and scent less.”

“Please don’t throw that omega anywhere,” Zela pleads. I wasn’t being literal, but better safe than sorry when your baby brother works for the mob. “I have clean, fluffy blankets in the closet on the main floor. The cleaning lady came in while we were gone, so she can pretty much stay wherever. Omegas like spaces without a lot of windows, so the basement bedroom that we’re turning into a theater would be perfect?—”

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