Page 87 of Knot So Broken

My entire being is telling me just how wrong all of this is.

I shouldn’t be here.

I should be in my nest with my mates.

Sweat covers my brow. Each step makes my stomach clench. I feel my scent spike but I can’t work out why.

I suck deep breaths in an attempt to calm the panic I can feel rising in my chest but all it does is make me feel sick.

The Mullen packs’ scents threaten bile to splatter on the floor. I know if I was to throw up, Calvin wouldn’t hesitate to rub my nose in it.

I swallow, even though it is almost my undoing.

My sweating becomes unbearable as I reach the bottom of the staircase. The moment I hit the bottom step, I perfume to the point my knees wobble beneath me.

I grab the banister in an attempt to steady myself.

Four growls echo through the empty foyer making my stomach clench. I can’t help the way that my body reacts to the sound.

Alphas. I need Alphas.

My core clenches around nothing. Desperation clings to me as I long for someone to take this ache from me.

My legs refuse to hold me any longer as I collapse onto the floor with a desperate whimper. The sound of my pain seems to just excite the Mullen Pack.

I don’t need to look up to know that they are surrounding me. Their presence is my curse, one that I have always been destined for.

I know these mixtures of sensations that are warring through me is my long denied heat.

I also know that these Alphas will take advantage of my weakness. In my right mind, I would fight them to my bitter end to refuse them.

But in the throes of what I am sure will be a brutal heat - considering the years I have been denied one - I am useless. My fight would be to no avail.

Yet, there's a part of me that wants to.

I don’t want these four men, no matter what my body is desperately craving.

I wantmymen. Jax, Theo and Ledger. I want my nest. I want their knots even though I know that I will never get them again.

Because they are gone. My father took them from me.

A touch of a hand on my shoulder makes me jump. I scramble back on my hands and knees until I hit legs that stand firm against my attempt of escape.

A deep chuckle makes my stomach clench as I curl in on myself, “Cute, Omega. But you won’t be escaping now. You are ours and judging by the way you are perfuming for us, you are primed and ready for the taking.”

I shake my head furiously, “No.”

My voice is weak but I strengthen it. I pull determination from somewhere deep inside of me. Even though it feels foreign, I use it anyway.

“No! You are not my Alphas. I am not yours!”

Each of them laugh, the sound grating my now thumping brain.

“Those marks will soon be dissolved and our marks will cover your throat.”

Their voices had merged together but with a moment of clarity, I note just whose voice the words belong to. Trent.

It doesn’t surprise me that it is him that wants to take from me, more so than the others. Last time I was face to face with him, I could see the raw hunger on his face.

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