Page 7 of Tangled in Knots

“No masturbating while I’m driving,” Morris growls. “It’s not fair.”

Why is this my life?

“Adira,” I say softly. I don’t know anything about omegas, but I need her to stop before Kane comes and then guts her in that order. I don’t expect anything less from my brother. “You need to let go. Nothing good will come of this. How the fuck did you get out of those ropes?”

The scent of copper hits me now, and I see that her wrists are bleeding. I can still smell cookies, but now that I can see the blood, it’s like my senses have come back on line.

Swallowing a sob, she drops her feet to the floor and releases one side of the rope, letting Kane go before scurrying to a corner in the trunk to cower.

Kane takes a choking breath, groaning as he comes hard, aiming for my brother. Jed is used to his antics, so he blocks the stream with a sweatshirt.

Gross.

“Oh, oh fuck yeah. Little omega, you only get to live for a bit longer because you choked me so perfectly. You’re lucky I’m not forcing you to take my knot,” Kane threatens as he shudders.

Strawberries and cream, fucking great.

Luckily, while my brother is a kinky fucker, I don’t believe he’s devolved into rape. Adira’s cunt is safe for another day. She’s still curled on the floor, eyes blown as she takes a deep breath of the scents in the car. She’s shivering, her arms wrapped around her waist as she bites her lip.

“There’s something wrong with your omega, Jed,” I tell him, brow raised. “She’s acting weird.”

Kane breathes deeply, moaning, his cock immediately starting to get hard again. “That’s interesting,” he purrs. “Does my cum get you hot, Adira? We kidnapped you, and all I can smell is your slick, little whore. We all have our own fucked-up family issues, but I believe Daddy’s little angel is thinking about fucking us.”

Intrigued, I turn to look at the little omega who is cowering as Kane tucks away his cock. The way I can smell snickerdoodle cookies with frosting right now makes me wonder if he’s right.

“I’ve never been with an omega before,” I say idly. I know my green eyes look about as interested as if I was about to squish a bug. I don’t have the best emotional responses to things, as they’ve been beaten out of me by Rock Dresmond.

We can only mate with omegas as alphas, but because they have become so difficult to find over the last ten years, my father never found a perfect match with his pack mates.

They are a pack for profit mixed with protection, which is needed when you run such a large arm of the mafia. Not one ofthem would dare to double cross the other, but there’s no love there. So Rock found an omega from the auction, used her as his breeding whore, and then sent her back after I was born.

Cold? Maybe, but that’s how our world works. I barely understand what love is.

“Leave me alone, oh oh shit,” she gasps, eyes rolling in pain as she throws her head back against the panel of the car.

“I love pain as much as the next person, obviously, but goddamn little omega. We need your brains inside of your skull for a bit longer,” Kane teases darkly. I didn’t think he knew how to tease.

“What the fuck is going on back there?” Jed asks mildly. I swear it feels as if our father is trying to get us back in line on a long car ride. That is, if we were normal.

Rock Dresmond has never been in the car for longer than ten minutes with his children. We always take separate vehicles in case of kidnapping schemes or snipers. The SUV also has bullet proof windows, but the trunk has always been drafty.

Why do I care if the little omega is cold?

“I’m so hot,” she whispers, shivering.

“It’s freezing though in the trunk,” I remind her, misunderstanding. There’s no reason for her to be warm, let alone hot.

“Did she say she was hot?” Morris asks, eyes wide.

“Fuck, this cannot be happening. The universe must hate me,” Jed groans.

“I don’t get it,” I say dully. I stay away from omegas at all costs. I look between my brothers, beta, and the omega, confused. The only reason I agreed to this mission is because saying no to my father is bad for one’s health.

Even if you are his son.

“Little omega, are you spiking?” Jed barks.

“Your bark doesn’t do shit to her,” Kane reminds him helpfully. He twists to stare at the omega as if she’s infinitely more interesting now. Adira writhes as she listens to us, and my heart starts to pound. My cock is fucking pulsing as a fog threatens my vision.

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