Page 17 of Tangled in Knots

What is happening?This has to go on the books as the worst post heat in history.

My heart is beating so hard I’m worried they’ll be able to hear it. Turning, I see there’s another exit to the house that most likely leads to the garage. I need to run. Far away.

I feel like the very rabbit Kane calls me. I need to go. I can’t be sold. No.

Leaning around the corner, I can see the alphas and Morris huddled together in the living room. They’re trying to be quiet, but their voices still carry out to where I’m hiding. Morris has frown lines on his brow as he glances at his alphas, and Kane gazes at his brothers in confusion. It must suck to be insane and have a conscience, though I wouldn’t know. Meanwhile, Demon appears to be in physical pain. I can’t believe that he is. If he was, they wouldn’t be talking about this right now. The only one whose actions I trust are Jed. He never lied to me, always told me exactly where I’d end up.

As a sacrifice for my father’s sins.

Alternatively, I notice the things that pull me away from how serious things are. This is clearly a family home. There’shappiness clearly in the living room, even if there are no scents left.

I can smell bleach and cleaner from a housekeeper, which I appreciate for my brief stay here. I think I would have lost my mind if there had been too many scents during my heat. Absently, I gaze at the tinsel all over the Christmas tree, and it would almost make me smile if my life wasn’t such a colossal shit show.

My scent match, my mate, wants to be convinced selling me is the right way. The only way. I can hear it in his voice. He wants to be the perfect soldier.

He’s not going to fight for me. I’m alone. No one wants me.

“We’ll figure it out. You can always find her later,” Jed says callously. My heart breaks as I hear that.

“The pussy was great, the heat intense, but now that we’re unclouded, we need to decide if we’re ready to go against Dad,” Kane says. I can’t see his eyes anymore, but his hair is wild as if he’s been pulling his fingers through it. The confusion I saw moments ago is gone. They’re searching for an amicable decision now. They’re all freshly showered, ready for their next move.

Must be nice. I’m pretty sure I’m still wearing their cum. I can feel it on my skin, and while I would usually be proud of that, I only feel shame. I’m a used omega. Disgusting.

“Do you smell that?” Demon asks, inhaling deeply.

I know my displeasure probably is making itself known, which means it’s time to go. Turning, I run for the garage. I don’t know how far I’ll get in the snow, but I would rather die than go to the auction. Now that I know how a heat can be, I’ll treasure the hazy memories, even if it means it’s my last.

I will do anything to not be at the hands of someone who cares so little about my life. These alphas are showing me I’m a commodity to sell, I was fun for a few hours, but it’s time to throw me away.

Tears run down my face as I burst through the door. They already know I’m here, I don’t have to be stealthy any longer. There are boots on the ground just outside the outer door as if they were waiting for me. Stuffing my feet inside of them and stealing a coat, I throw it on as I run out the door.

The cold steals my breath as I run down the driveway.

“Stop!”

“Adira!”

“Omega!” Jed roars.

“Your bark doesn’t work on me, asshole!” I scream as I run, my feet flying over the pavement. I’m tired of being the perfect little omega. I’m done. I just want to live a quiet life where people aren’t chasing me.

Why couldn’t I go on the courting circuit? What plans did my father have for me that he had to suppress my heat?

I can still feel the memories of the sweat, the slick, the delicious cocks and cum. So much has happened in the last few days. I don’t even know how much time has passed since my house blew up, but there’s piles of snow all around me. The cold is biting at my bare legs, since I couldn’t find pants, but I will be damned if it will keep me from being free.

Even if it’s just free enough to get to the road. At least I tried.

“Adira, stop!” Demon yells. I know they have weapons. I vaguely remember him telling them to hide them away before they undressed, but none of them were in the room when I woke up. They have to be on their person in all the pockets of their delicious pants that ride their hips.

There has to be something wrong with me. I shouldn’t be thinking about stomach muscles that I’ve licked, or skin that I’ve sunk my nails into. Fuck my life. Being an omega is the worst thing ever.

“Why?!” I scream, legs still pumping.

“Because I don’t want to hurt you!” Demon yells back.

This is the longest driveway ever, and their heavy footsteps pound behind me.

“Wait—”

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