Page 65 of Knot So Broken

Added being an exhibitionist to my resume.

Confronting my father with the help of my mates.

Losing my virginity.

Putting my schooling years behind me once and for all.

Finding out the truth of what my father put me through.

Being told that I will have a heat and have the chance of having children.

Being claimed and marked by my other two Alphas.

Oh. And the Mafia thing.

It's a lot. An overwhelming amount of information and emotions to process. I don’t think I would have been able to get through these past days without my Alphas by my side. They have been my lifeline.

It's strange how quickly I have become dependent on them. How quickly I have given myself over to them.

Is it because I have been starved of this kind of care and affection that the moment I have been given it, I’ve clinged onto it?

It's hard to allow myself to believe that this isn’t all some kind of smoke screen. Some sick joke that I have been pulled into. I’m just blindly putting my trust into the Gods. Hoping and praying with everything that I am that they wouldn’t match me with Alphas that would want to hurt me.

Over the years, I have become fairly confident in trusting my intuition. I have become used to the creeping eyes of my father’s men. Especially Derrick. The way my skin would crawl as they leered at me, their touch making me feel queasy even now.

I could always tell the types I should stay away from and so far, my intuition has kept me safe. Well, as muchas I could.

There hasn’t been a single red flag or warning light go off in any of my interactions with them. Not even when Jax claimed me during the middle of class.

They have been incredible with me.

Even amongst all of the ups and downs, I feel like they have kept me above water for the most part.

I walk over and turn on the shower, stepping in and sighing in relief as the water trickles over me. Standing under the spray, I close my eyes and allow myself to let go of the bullshit from the past few days.

I need to let go of it. Holding onto so much hatred will eat me alive. While I don’t think that I will ever let go of what my father did to me, I need to allow myself to grow. To not forever be weighed down by him and what he did to me.

What matters to me now is my future. My future with my Alphas. Which feels surreal to think.

I have Alphas. Me. Insane.

I gasp as hands grip my arms. My fight or flight kicks in and I lash out, kicking whoever it is between the legs. A gasped “fuck” and a groan follows as I step out of the water and quickly wipe my eyes.

Looking down, I find a bent over Theo clutching his junk. I curse, my stomach dropping as I rush towards him.

“Theo, oh my god! I’m so sorry! Are you okay? Oh God, of course you aren’t okay! I’m so sorry. Do you want me to get you some ice? Do we need to go to the doctor?”

I feel tears spring to my eyes so I grab his face and lift it up. He is gritting his teeth but there is a slight smile to his face.

“You have one hell of a kick, love.”

I sigh, deflating as I rest back on my feet, “I’m so sorry, Theo.”

He shakes his head as he slowly stands up. Still in my crouched position, I come face to face with the dick I just practically pulverised. Giving me a hand, Theo helps me stand back up.

“Don’t be sorry, baby. I’m proud of that. You have one hell of a kick behind you. I think you are well and truly ready for some training.”

My eyebrows shoot up, “Really?”

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