Page 19 of Knot So Broken

She had given me the ultimate gift. I don’t think she even realized it.

I was unable to stop from there. I was overruled by the utmost desire to claim her. To make her mine.

To have my mark on her throat so everyone knows exactly who she belongs to. Now as I look down at her, I can’t help but look at where my mark is bright on her flesh. The redness to the bite won’t fade for at least a few months which gives me a sense of pride. I can’t regret my actions or the reasoning I have in my head for claiming her so quickly. Disgustingly quick if I am honest.

I didn’t court her like I should have. Shit, I didn’t even introduce myself to her. I just went straight in for the claiming bite.

I still can’t bring myself to regret my actions.

She’s mine now.

“Alpha,” she murmurs.

I can’t help the growl that immediately escapes my throat. God damn.

My dick immediately hardens in my shorts and I know that I’m dangerously close to a rut. “My Omega.”

Her eyes widen comically as she continues glancing up at me.

Our gazes are locked together for what feels like forever but is most likely only seconds. Her green eyes suck me further into her orbit.

I could stare at her forever. Each pass over her skin feeling like I find something new each time. Her pale skin is decked with light brown freckles. The way they lightly cover her nose is almost irresistible. Her mahogany hair seems almost unnatural as the loose curls drape her face.

She is perfect. Utterly fucking flawless.

And she is all mine.

I’m jarred out of our stupor as a shoulder collects with mine.

“What the fuck, Jax? You can’t just go around biting people!” Theo yells, startling our little Omega.

That seems to shock her out of her daze. She puts a hand up on her neck, feeling the mark that now covers a good spanse of her nape.

She sucks in a breath as a look of horror mars her face.

“No.”

My stomach drops as I feel anguish travel up the bond.

Kennedy shoots out of her chair, still holding onto her neck. She looks up at me with wide eyes.

“No,” she says again. A crippling feeling of dread threatens to bring me to my knees. Reality sets in as her emotions feel as though they become my own. I fucked up. I claimed her without her consent.

She didn’t want it.

Fuck, she probably already has a pack. She probably already has given her heart to someone else. The thought of her being with anyone other than me and my pack makes me feel sick to my stomach.

What if it's just me? My own anxieties plague me.

What if she isn’t attracted to me? What if I am too much for her?

Doubt torments me.

She pushes past me, taking my heart with her as she leaves the room.

Chapter Seven

I’m dead.

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