Page 89 of Knot So Broken

Yet now, I feel like I am becoming one with that side of me. The Alpha that has been screaming to come out. The one that will raise the entire world to get their Omega back.

Shooting up from my position on the couch, I look at Papa who is nose deep in his laptop.

“Do we have anything yet?”

My voice is a near growl, making all of the soldiers in our vicinity bare their necks in submission. It does nothing to my fathers and pack brothers.

He doesn’t reply to me for a moment as he continues typing away which only seems to spur on my impatience.

After what feels like a lifetime, he finally looks up at me, “I have been able to recover the footage that had been covered with a loop.”

Leaning over, I watch as soldier after soldier streams through the front gate. A device is held up to our security system and disengages the lock on the front door. I watch as a laptop is plugged into our systems, which is inevitably what left us completely blinded. I then watch as we pull up to the gates. My sweet Omega sleepy as she exits the car. I then watch the moment that we become aware of what was happening.

The utter terror on Kennedy’s face as we walk through the front door.

We should have turned around. We should have taken her to safety then come back. I don’t know what I was thinking, putting her in unknown danger like that.

I have failed her.

The footage just gets worse as we watch from inside the house as a masked man sneaks up behind Kennedy, wrapping a hand around her mouth and dragging her outside with him.

I admire her fight. I watch as she kicks and thrashes her body, determined to not be taken against her will.

I wish that we spent more time helping to train her. But when? We haven’t even had the time to be together.

It's only been days that she has been with us yet, it now feels like a lifetime since she has been taken.

It's only been hours.

A van pulls up just as she is brought down the stairs. The fight leaves her just before she is thrown in the back of the van. I can only partially see the moment she hears the gunshot go off. The utter devastation on her face as she unknowingly crumbles, allowing the man behind her to stab a needle into her throat.

I watch until the pain becomes unbearable. I feel a vital part of me shatter. They injected her with something that numbed our bonds to her.

I’ve heard about the serum that has been sold in the black market. It's hard not to when we oversee it all. But this particular drug has evaded us time and time again.

Now, it has taken our Omega from us.

I rub at the empty spot in my chest that has been niggling at me since I woke. It feels wrong to not feel her anymore, especially when I know that she is alive.

There's no other option.

Because if she is gone, there is no longer a reason to draw breath. My life is utterly dependent on her survival.

It may be dark and may make a lot of people question my sanity but I refuse to become the shells that each of my fathers now are. They don’t have a reason to live anymore.

Their reason is gone.

The empty spots in their chests are permanent.

“Do we have any other information?” I mutter, refusing to allow myself to continue my train of thoughts into something that I know will have the potential to crush me.

Papa nods, “I have run the plates on the van. Your Omega’s captors are complete amateurs.”

I don’t miss the silent dig which only makes this entire situation worse.

“They haven’t covered any of their tracks. It seems they only had interest in getting your girl and leaving. Traffic cams show them disappearing in the industrial district on the other side of the city. I can’t see where they are exactly but my guess is that they would be in amongst these buildings here.”

He pulls up a map, highlighting the block of warehouses he assumes she is currently in.

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