Page 90 of Knot Happening

I nod, expecting him to turn away. Instead, he grips the back of my neck, and pulls me in as he leans down to press a kiss to the top of my head.

“I’ll see you soon, Starlight.”

Everything after that is blurry. I stumble into the bathroom. Watch myself cry in the mirror. Pee. Wash my hands. I find Dream on the dance floor.

We dance for a while, and when it’s time to leave, she convinces me to share a taxi with her.

I wouldn’t have been able to ride my bike home anyway, and Dream is too drunk to drive. We’re waiting in the parking lot, when the guy I’d been talking to inside, Jimmy I think, appears beside me, startling me so bad I yelp a scream.

“Shit, sorry. I just thought you ladies would want a ride?” he chuckles, stepping into me, a little too close for comfort. His scent washes over me once again, and I fight not to wrinkle my nose at him. Soggy popcorn…

“No thanks. I’m good.”

I sway on my feet a bit, very uncomfortable with how close he is. And how in my face he is. Dream glares over at him, and I can read the look on her face as clearly as if she had spoken.

Kindly fuck off sir, she says with her eyes, and I giggle.

He takes another step into me, his body pressing into my side now. He’s so close, his breath hits my nose like a slap, and I jerk back from him. Yikes, buddy, get a breath mint. Dream yanks my arm, but we’re both drunk and wobble on our feet.

“I think you should come with me.” His entire demeanor changes, and when I try to put distance between us and him, he snarls. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

“Fuck off!” I snap, really trying to get away from him now. “Just go away!” I hiss, kicking my leg up, aiming for his balls. A firm grip in my hair stops me short. I yelp from the pain, my hands flying up to grip his wrist, needing to relieve the pressure of his hold on me.

“Stop fighting!” His Alpha bark washes over me like a bucket of ice water, and my muscles seize. The knife pressing against my throat, or maybe the bark, stops Dream dead in her tracks. Jimmy grins, and this time it’s malicious. Vile. I’m powerless against the dominance of his Alpha bark. He chuckles, getting a good hold of me now. He’s behind me, pulling my body into his and running his nose up the side of my neck. “Fucking pretty little thing, aren’t you. You’ll sell really well.” If I could move, I’d scratch his eyeballs out.

“Run,” I whisper to Dream, but she’s just as trapped as I am.

A tear falls down my cheek, as panic like I’ve never felt fills me. Then something is slipped over my face, and I lose consciousness.

I’m so disoriented right now, and it takes several blinks to get my eyes open. What the fuck is happening? Where am I? I can’t tell. I’m lying on my side. With my hands behind my back. Ouch.

Memories flood me when I realize my arms are bound, not just behind me. I scream, but it’s no use, because something is tied over my fucking mouth! I jerk, struggling to get free of the damn restraints, because my ankles are also bound.

No, no, no, no, no! This can’t be real, this isn’t actually fucking happening right now. My head is so foggy from whatever knocked me out. The only thing I remember is that Alpha getting too fucking close for comfort. What else did he do to me? I’m not naked, my clothes are still in place…but he could have dressed me. My body is sore, but the pain is in my shoulders, and hips.

I don’t feel…violated. Not in that way. I squeeze my eyes shut. Terrified doesn’t even begin to cover how fucking scared I am right now.

I’m in the back of a van. The space I’m in is dark, but I can tell that much from the light bleeding through the pass through in front of me. No windows. No hope of anyone seeing me, even if I can get up off the floor.

I’m so fucked. I’m so dead. Who’s going to take care of my mom? Will Hayden help her if I disappear and no one ever hears from me again? Will Mom survive if I don’t ever come back?

Fuck…no. I won’t die like this. I fucking won’t.

Every serial killer documentary I’ve ever watched flashes in my mind. I filter through every horrible second of every true-crime story I have ever seen. I need to figure out why I was taken. Where they’re taking me. Second locations are not fucking good, but I’m past that point now.

Okay. So what do I do?

The guy, the Alpha… He liked me. Can I seduce him? Fuck, I doubt it, but that’s my only fucking hope…

I lie still. Trying to memorize every turn we take, but my memory and sense of direction are already shit, and I was out cold for who knows how long.

The car slows and then stops. Once it’s shut off, my heart rate skyrockets, and with wide eyes, I stare at the door. I’m counting in my head, to keep my thoughts from spiraling. It’s not helping. My instincts are screaming at me to fight. To attack. To hurt. Myscent is going berserk in the small space. But I’m bound up like a pig for dinner. I’m not attacking shit like this.

The doors finally open, and the Alpha from the bar is there. I start crying on sight. It’s not intentional, but Alphas get the natural urge to fix, whenever an Omega is in distress. Maybe this will work in my favor?

Wrong. He snorts, shaking his head at me.

“Crying won’t help you. Hell, if anything, you’ll sell better for me. The clients here love a responsive Omega.” He jumps in the back and grabs me roughly. The binding on my legs is cut, and he places me on my feet after he climbs out of the van.

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