Page 88 of Knot So Broken

“It does dissatisfy me that she is already damaged goods, Calvin.” I hear Ronan growl.

A wave of pain overcomes me just as my father replies. His words become white noise as everything around me distorts.

I don’t know how long I am disorientated. It could be minutes or hours. All I know is that when I come back to, arms are gripping me tightly against a hard body.

I try to fight but the hold on me tightens until my whimpers turn into a different kind of pain.

“That's enough, Omega. You have been given too much leeway. Too much freedom. But all that is coming to an end.”

Charles’ voice feels like nails being hammered into my skull. He chuckles at my obvious discomfort.

The one person that I haven’t heard is Jaiden. I don’t know whether that concerns me or gives me relief.

I feel as though I black out again for a moment, coming to as I land on a hard leathery seat. Arms pull me onto a lap and I know that this is the missing Alpha, Jaiden.

“Sleep tight, Kennedy.”

My whimper echoes through the car as I feel my heat begin to overcome me. All that seems to stop, halting its advance as a needle slides into my neck as all my senses are stolen from me.

Again.

Chapter Thirty

My hands clench in my knotted hair as another hour ticks by of my Omega being missing. I have never felt the kind of anger that I did waking up to find her gone.

Not only could I not find her in the Manor, that part of her in my chest is now quiet.

I can’t feel her anymore.

My girl.

The only person that I will ever love. The Omega that I saw my life begin and end with, gone. Missing from the spot she claimed in my chest.

They took her from me.

The only reason why I haven’t gone feral is because I refuse to believe that a world without Kennedy exists. I know Jax and Ledger feel the same way.

The former holds his arm tightly to his chest from where Maddox just pulled a bullet from. The bastard had the audacity to catch a ricocheted bullet. Figures.

The moment I saw the front door ajar when we got home, dread had instantly filled me.

We were unarmed and completely unaware.

It's a mistake that I will never make again.

My fingers trail absently over the gun I now hold in my hand, one I wish that I had got to before the fist of the assailant hidden behind the kitchen door jumped out at me.

Things might have been different if we had been smarter.

My father passes in front of me after giving the three of us a dressing down. His words all ring true though. We fucked up. Big time.

We should have prepared for something like this, considering it's almost identical to the way my mother was taken and killed by our rivals.

I can see the torment on each of my fathers’ faces. They are dreading history and its threat of repeating itself. Again.

The room remains silent after Dad finishes berating us like we are ten years old. I feel myself becoming twitchy. The need for violence thumps through my veins.

I have never had the thirst for blood like both Ledger and Jax do. Especially Ledger. It's almost like violence is written in his DNA. I have always been more of a peace marker. While I have never shied away from the violent side of our life, it has always taken a back seat.

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