Page 86 of Knot So Broken

Eventually they step away as they murmur between themselves, looking through a range of dresses hung up. Barely coming back into myself, I stare at my reflection.

I don’t recognize the person in the mirror staring back at me.

Her face is completely void of all emotion. Her pale skin seems deathly even amongst the monochromatic decorations of the room.

Even the auburn hair seems dull. Like the life has been sucked completely dry of the strands.

The woman before me is an empty shell of the person she was evolving into.

Once again, the two women are pulling me back up, demanding that I stand on my own as they pull a royal blue floor-length gown onto my body.

The material itches my skin. It's irritating but at least it's a feeling other than numbness that has been drowning me.

Forcing me into black heels, they take a step back from me, smiling in obvious pleasure of what they were able to achieve.

My father chooses that exact moment to walk back into the room.

Instead of the abuse I was expecting from the bastard, he aims a smile at me that is disturbing on his features.

“Ah, that’s so much better. Thank you ladies for making my daughter over in time for her mating to the Mullen Pack.”

They both giggle as they honest to God fucking bow to my father before skittling off out of the room.

My face must hold as much discontempt as I feel in my chest as Calvin chuckles and takes a step towards me.

“Your little play time with the Duran boys was just that Kennedy: fun. You didn’t think that I would stand by and just allow you to play out your little game with them, did you? You should know that I have always held all of the cards when it comes to you.”

Sneering, he closes the distance towards us as he grabs my chin, “You have always been my bargaining chip since your whore of a mother left.”

It is a surprise as anger begins to flood my system. I didn’t think I would have it in me after so many hours of crying andsurrendering to my dissociated state to feel anything but that. Yet, fury overcomes me as I strengthen my tired body.

It’s painful but I know that I can deal with it.

“Fuck you.”

My words are said quietly through gritted teeth but the darkening features of my father’s face lets me know that my words hit their mark.

“You little bitch!”

The slap across my cheek doesn’t surprise me in the least. It's always been his go-to for whenever something doesn't go his way. He immediately needs to lash out in anger.

Right now is the time when I would normally cower. But I don’t.

I steel myself against his anger. I refuse to shrivel back into the cowering Omega I had been.

His eyes burn into my skull, like he could get me to bend just under the weight of his stare.

“You think you are so tough now that you have dabbled your toes in with some bad boys.

But this is the real world, Kennedy. You are nothing. A useless, whimpering Omega. The only thing you are good for is the hole between your legs.”

Calvin snarls at me which is pitiful on his face considering the fact that he is a Beta and he holds no kind of threat.

“Your new Alphas are waiting for you downstairs. I suggest you don’t defy me. They won’t take too kindly to your rebellion.”

I don’t know what possesses me to follow my father down stairs. It feels like my damnation is only feet away the further I go down.

The citrus scents of the men waiting for me invade my senses making my stomach curl like they did the first time we met. I instantly want to turn tail and run.

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