Page 47 of Knot So Broken

“Make that one of three. No way would we be missing the show.” Jax turns around to face me before winking. Arousal spikes in my core and more growls sound in the tight confines of the car.

“God damnit, Jax. I was already getting images of Kennedy dancing for us. Adding the spike of her scent is going to make me lose control,” Theo says and I see him adjust himself in his seat from where I am sitting behind him.

I am unable to control the blush on my cheeks as I hide my face in my hair. Ledger chuckles as he puts his arm around me. I look up out of my hair curtain and find him looking down at me. A soft smile is on his face.

“You are so precious, my sweet Little Omega.”

My insides defrost at the adoration coming from Ledger. I’ve noticed each time I’ve spoken to him at just how gentle he is with me.

He comes across as a brute on the outside. This force of nature. The kind of guy that you would look at twice. That if he came knocking on your door in the middle of the night, you knew it wouldn’t end well for you.

I feel honoured in a way that I get to have this soft side of him. That it’s all for me, and me alone. Well, unless Jax is included in the mix. I have a feeling that Ledger and Jax’s relationship is different though. That they are able to unleash a bit more. Have a bit more of a war in dominance. A war I would gladly watch from the sidelines. The thought of Jax and Ledger does things to me. Excitement fuels me at the idea of the three of us being all together.

It seems scandalous of me considering it hasn't even been twenty-four hours yet since I lost my virginity. Unfortunately though, I’ve had way too much time to think about what relationship dynamics I would have if I was to gain a pack.

I had hours upon hours where I was free to dream, locked in my bedroom. Now my dreams are real life.

It makes me wonder when it will start to finally feel real. When all of this will just be normal to me. When I wake up in the mornings and not have to pinch myself. When I don’t feel terrified that my father is going to take me away from this new life I find myself in.

When I finally feel safe. When I have the ability to live my life how I want it. Now that I have had a taste, I crave it.

I promise myself then and there that I won’t let anyone dictate my future. Not even my Alphas.

This life is mine and I want to live it my way.

Even if it kills me.

Chapter Sixteen

Ifeel the tension slowly begin to melt off me the moment I step foot into the Manor. I’ve never felt the kind of anger I felt walking into that room and seeing my precious Omega so beaten down.

It was like a whole other beast took over. One that wanted the ones responsible for her pain and misery to suffer.

The knowledge that she was hurt on my watch is unacceptable.

I couldn’t stand it for a moment longer. I had to get her out of there.

Fuck that school. Fuck that poor excuse for a teacher and fuck those Omegas. I clench my fists as I storm through the house. I don’t really have a destination in mind, I just know I need to expel this anger in some way before it completely overwhelms me. I know it will have the ability to.

I’ve seen Alphas that have gone mad after their Omegas have been hurt. My fathers are a prime example of that.

Losing my mother changed them. They haven't been the same since. It's like they are hollow now. I think it is even worse for my biological father, Victor. He is by far the ‘centre’ Alpha of my parent pack.

It makes sense considering he is also the Don of the Duran Mafia. My other fathers - Olis and Conall - aren’t exempt from that either as the Capo and Consigliere. Deciding on the gym, I march towards the doors, not bothering to focus on who is behind me but judging by the footsteps I can hear, I guess it's going to be a party. Slamming the doors open, I make my way straight for the bag. I don’t bother with gloves or even tape. I need to feel the pain that punching the bag will provide me. Like if I feel the pain it will somehow make today better. Which isn’t logical whatsoever but the raw fury that is pumping in my veins refuses to see reason.

All it sees is red.

My Omega curled in on herself as people threw scrunched up pieces of paper at her. It plays on repeat in my head. The small flinches of her body as the abuse rained down on her. The words that were said.

Is this how it has always been for her?

It didn’t seem like any of the other students even noticed her yesterday, so why is it different today? Why did they choose now to hurt her?

Questions roll over in my head, each seeming to do nothing but fuel my anger. My fists beat down on the bag. Pain explodes in my knuckles and after a few hits, I start to see blood sprayed on the material.

I thought lashing out at a bag would help ease the anger but it doesn’t. It's still there, gnawing at my mind. Grating on my conscience.

I seem to lose track of time. I couldn’t tell how long it's been since I first walked into the gym. It's just me, my fists and a bag that has now seen better days. I already know I will be buying another one before the day ends.

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