Page 110 of Knot So Broken

He spits the final word, evidence of his increasing anger spraying over the mahogany-colored desk. It's pitiful really comparing him to the likes of Vic who holds an authority that Calvin could only dream of. A mahogany desks only has a certain finesse about it if it is actually authentic. A luxury he would never be able to afford.

“You taught me a lot of lessons over the years, Calvin,” I reply with an edge to my tone as I say his name.

“You taught me to be quiet. To not ask for anything. To not eat certain foods. To not dress certain ways. To behave correctly in public. To be a good little fucking Omega.

“You saw to it that I obeyed your every word. If I didn’t, you beat me until I did. If I made too much noise, I was hit. If I ate my dinner before you did, you ensured I was punished.”

I scoff and shake my head at him, “And when I presented as an Omega, you took me into the basement and beat me until I was black and blue. You broke bone after bone because something, that was completely out of my control, displeased you.”

My throat becomes choked as my brain begins to wonder as I relive my trauma.

“It's no wonder that Mom killed herself.”

You made me want to kill myself.

I push down my thoughts as quickly as they come. If I drift too far now, I know that I won’t be able to see this through.

My father makes a pitiful attempt at a growl. It's a sound that I have heard coming from his room as he practices intimidation in the mirror late at night. If I wasn’t in such a rage, maybe I would laugh.

“Your mother was a useless piece of shit just like you were! A cheating whore of a fucking Omega that couldn’t wait to spread her legs once she was scent matched.”

Calvin continues to ramble but my mind lingers on his last words.

My mother was an Omega? No. No, she was a Beta. That's why he was so angry when I presented. Two Beta parents can’t make Alpha or Omega children.

His words continue to filter in through my shock, “... should have known that you would have presented as an Omega just like that whore.”

I shake my head to try and clear it. Deep down I know that he knows he is fucked. His men are useless. Severely under trained and only able to get the drop on us when we were taken by surprise.

So why would he lie?

Is this the truth?

As he continues on spewing his regularly scheduled drunken vitriol, I come to understand his words ring true.

My mother was an Omega. She had a scent matched mate. Maybe more.

Cutting off his bullshit before he can get too carried away I interrupt him, “What did you do, Calvin?”

His lip curls as he rises from his desk. I’m sure the way he has his hands on the cheap wood as he leans over it is meant to look menacing but it doesn’t.

Not in the slightest.

“When that bitch came home and informed me that she had met her pack and they were a scent match, I was furious. I gave that whore everything she could ever want! But like the useless fucking Omegathat she was, it wasn’t good enough for her. So, I ensured that no one would ever come looking for her again.

“I locked her up in this house so she could never leave me. Nine months later you popped out. She cried and cried. Begged me to let your real fathers take you. That if I let you go, she would stay with me.”

He snorts as he straightens, “But that wasn’t good enough. They wanted to take everything from me. So instead, I ensured that they could never have what was theirs.”

Anger thrums through my system as I look at the man before me.

Calvin Hayes isn’t my father.

The man before me is my captor. Nothing more. He was a selfish bastard that couldn’t look past his clear obsession with wanting my mother.

We are told that relationships outside of scent matches are risky. There will always be that potential that one of the partners will find their true mates.

Yet, he couldn’t seem to handle that.

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