Page 99 of Knot Happening

Of all the people who were hurt, and who would never see their abusers floating in a pool as it filled with their blood.

Of course, Uncle didn’t give a shit about that girl or any of the horrible things he’d done. He only cared about the fact that the man he sent me to kill had stolen from him.

What did he steal that deserved murder? No idea. He never told me. But I did my own research on my victims from that moment on. Some never found themselves on the other end of my gun, but rather, placed on a plane to another continent by Ghost.

I had a structure. A routine. A plan. I kept myself alive. I killed those that deserved it, and I saved those that didn’t. Some were given a choice, others had made their choices before they had the misfortune of crossing my path.

Then there was Tatum.

She’s so smart and strong. Yet she doesn’t seem to sense what Ferris is.

Maybe I just have more experience with men like him.

I unlock her door and slip into her room.

I watch as Tatum rolls over and the moonlight peaking through the curtains hits her face. Her hair looks like a halo.

A growl rumbles in my chest, making the Omega whine in her sleep. I pull the blade out of my pocket and approach the bed. My chest tightens with the impulse to wrap my fist around her throat. To hold her down and ravish her. Force her to come in her sleep. Make her moan for me while she dreams of me…

I drag the blanket down her body, revealing her bare legs, and the boxers I’d given her back in the concrete hellhole I grew up in. I pull my bottom lip between my teeth and growl again. I want to mark this pretty flesh…

I can’t resist dragging the tip of the knife across her midriff, just below her belly button.

“Oh, the things I’m going to do to you, my sweet Sparrow,” I promise her, before taking a hold of her shirt and slicing it down the middle. She didn’t have a bra, of course. When we arrived, she was wearing my clothes, and then after her shower, Ferris had lent her clean dry clothes to change into.Hisclothes.

Reaching out, I caress her cheek, as her lips part on a sigh. I’m absolutely loving the sweet little whimpering sounds she releases, and the scent of her slick fills the air.

Doesn’t she know what someone like me could do to an Omega in such a vulnerable position?

I slice through the sleeves of the shirt next, and tug the fabric out from under her. I put my blade away, before tugging my black T-shirt off. I pull it over her head gently, but I’m not concerned she’ll wake up. I suspect every drink she had tonight was laced with something intended to keep her asleep.

I poured all of mine into a potted plant…

Once Tatum is in my shirt, I relax marginally. My instincts where this woman is concerned are all going insane. Everything I’ve ever been told about how protective and possessive Omegas become of their Alphas, never made sense before.

I think I’m starting to understand, though…

She feels different. Her scent is intoxicating. But her spirit. Her light. She’s special.

And fuck me, that blueberry scent flooding the space between us…

I place my hand to the center of her chest, feeling her heartbeat steadily. It grounds me. Then she whispers sleepily.

“East…”

“Well, fuck,” I grunt. When she says it like that…

Can I get what I need and keep Tatum?

Well, maybe not willingly. But I can keep her. I never did give her those replacement suppressants.

The sweet Omega reaches her hand up, placing a palm to her head, and groans. I step away from her, into the shadows, and away from her light.

I don’t want my darkness to corrupt her.

I’ll just have to be her black soul, so she can remain my golden light.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

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