Page 61 of Knot So Broken

I can’t blame her for passing out the moment the bond solidified. It would be exhausting. I know I can already feel my own exhaustion threatening me into sleep too. It’s been a big day for her and it's barely even midday.

I have never felt as many toying emotions as I have today. Waking up to my girl crying instantly set me on edge. I immediately started looking for threats. Yet the threat was her own body. That's a kind of confusion that I just couldn’t process.

It hurts to know that Kennedy thinks she is so broken, when all I see when I look at her is strength. Fuck, she is strong. It's admirable. At the same time though, I wish she didn’t have to get to that point. She is only this strong because she has had to be. Life has been cruel to her, yet she has gotten up everyday and continued the fight.

That's not in an Omega’s nature.

But it is hers.

Theo sighs beside me, “What are we going to do about her father?”

I blow out a breath of my own, “I don’t know. All I know is, I want to kill that cunt.”

“You and me both,” Theo snorts.

“We can’t kill him,” Jax pipes up. I frown, turning towards him but he just lifts his hands in surrender.

“Ease up turbo. I mean, not just yet. We need to work out what his MO actually is and what Kennedy wants done with him first. I want to see him six-feet under as badly as you both do but this needs to be her choice.”

I huff but I know he's right, even if I don’t necessarily like it. I don’t want Kennedy to have to worry about him ever again. I want her to just live her life free from his clutches, like I believe she wants to. As far as I am concerned, he doesn't deserve the air he wastes.

He tortured our girl. Has broken and bruised her both externally and internally. The only punishment that will ever be good enough is seeing him get the same, only ten times over. I don’t care if that makes me psychopathic. It’s quite literally my job.

I’m the brawn, not the brains. That’s Theo’s job and occasionally Jax’s. He's mainly a floater. Depends on the day sometimes with him. I just know I could never do the other side like they do. I don’t look good in a suit.

Which reminds me...

“What are we going to tell Kennedy about what we do?”

“Fuck...”

Theo looks down at Kennedy wide eyed as real life comes filtering back in. I see the stress on his face. The worry about what our Little Omega is going to say.

I know for sure that we have fucked up. We shouldn’t have marked her until after we told her the truth. We should have given her the choice.

We seem to be fucking up with that. First, Jax marking her without consent and now all of us following without telling her the truth of who we really are and what we do.

It occurs to me then that she doesn’t even know our last names. The one that she will share with us now that we have bonded.

While I should be overjoyed, all I feel is dread.

What if we tell her the truth and she freaks out?

What if it's not something that she can accept and she wants to reject us?

I know it's hard to do, considering we are both scent matches and fully bonded, but I know it can be done. I’ve heard stories, all of them just as horrific as the next.

I begin to panic, unable to stop myself. I hold onto Kennedy tighter like if I wrap my arms around her that will be enough to tether her to me forever.

My panic is enough to rouse her from sleep.

“Ledger? Ledger, what's wrong?” Her voice is husky as she looks up at me. I feel terrible that she wasn’t able to get enough sleep but I can’t focus on that right now.

“Don’t leave me.”

My voice is a pained whisper, barely loud enough to be audible. Kennedy’s eyes widen as she peers down at me.

“What do you mean, Ledger? I’m not going anywhere.”

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