Page 42 of Knot So Broken

As I look up, I find a lot of eyes on me.

“What kind of spell did you put on those Alphas, Kennedy?”

I turn to look at Daisy who is all but glaring daggers at me.

I frown as I look at her. “Wha…What are you talking about?”

She laughs and a few of her friends join her.

“You obviously put some kind of spell on the Duran Pack. There’s no other way that they would be giving you their attention otherwise.”

Her voice is laced with a venom that matches the expression on her face. It's always been obvious to me that Daisy is the type of Omegathat wants a pack purely for the money in their accounts and their standing in society.

I’ve heard enough having been a shadow for years. The same goes for the rest of the Omegas that she calls friends. Hearing what they each have to say behind the others’ back, it makes me glad I have never had a friend. The thought of the friendship being nothing but fake smiles and bitchiness is enough to turn me off for life.

“It wouldn’t surprise me if she is offering up something else to them as well. It's impossible not to miss the mark on her neck,” Brittany, one of Daisy’s minions sneers in my direction.

Instantly, my hand goes up to my neck, touching my mate mark from Jax. The touch of my fingers sends a shiver through my body but it's not enough to calm down the rising panic in my chest.

The reminder of my Alpha’s demand that I message them if anything goes amiss immediately pops into my head but I quickly dismiss it. Why would they want to come and rescue me from something like this?

They wouldn’t even care.

“Have you seen the kinds of clothes she wears? Why would an Alpha want an Omega that dresses the way she does?” Another Omega mutters but I can’t place who it came from. “She looks like gutter trash!”

“I’ve seen the bruises on her skin. She’s tainted goods.”

“They are just going to use her and get rid of her when they are done.”

“That’s all she is good for anyway.”

Their words begin to layer over the other. The comments begin to drown me in the exact thoughts that have been invading my mind.

Why would three of the most breathtaking Alphas I have ever seen want me? Why would it matter that I am their scent match?

They could do so much better than me.

They are right. I am damaged goods.

I am broken.

Why would they want an Omega that's broken?

An Omega that flinches every time she is touched.

One that dresses like I do when they could have one that dresses the way Daisy does. They are too good for me and always will be.

Tears begin to flood down my cheeks as the insults become too much. Their words break me in a way that my father’s beatings never have before. While a lot of his abuse was external, this breaks a vital part inside of me that I had been protecting.

A part that I refused to let my father destroy no matter how much he broke every other part of me.

Yet, these Omegas are succeeding at doing something he couldn’t.

They are ripping away that last bit of me.

My hope.

Hope that I would one day feel happiness. The hope that one day I would have Alphas that save me from my life.

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