Page 94 of Knot So Broken

“Jax.”

“What?”

His voice is a low growl. It sounds otherworldly. Like he has gone completely feral. That this has pushed him too far. There is a strong pain in my chest as I watch him break apart the remaining tatters of the bag.

This isn’t like him. He has never allowed himself to fall to his more baser instincts. It feels like I have failed him. Failed both him and Kennedy.

I shake my head refusing to go down that rabbit hole. There’s time for self-loathing when we have our Omega back.

“It's time to go.”

He doesn’t answer me as he leaves the bag and heads towards another one that someone has clearly left him.

“Jax!” I shout hoping the tone of my voice gets through to him, but it doesn’t.

“Our Omega needs you Jax!”

He stiffens at the word ’Omega’, slowly turning towards me. His eyes are hard as stone. There is nothing to them. He has gone completely numb. The Alpha has taken over.

“Omega?” He tilts his head as those eyes threaten to penetrate my own.

“Yes, Omega. Kennedy.” I keep my voice level as though not to trigger him any further,

“She needs us, Jax. It's time to go and get her. To bring her home.”

My words seem to partially break through the feral haze.

“Kennedy. Home.”

“Yes. We are going to bring Kennedy home. But I need you to come back to yourself. Our Omeganeedsyou to come back to yourself.”

I give emphasis to my tone at the word Omega in the hopes that pushing the point will bring him back to himself, even just a fraction.

He twitches slightly.

“Kennedy needs you to come and save her.”

Slowly he nods. A few moments pass as I slowly grow impatient. Half of me wants to just leave him here to take his fury out on the room but I know if our roles were reversed and this was me, completely feral, I would never forgive them if they left me behind. Especially when it comes to our girl.

His eyes clear enough that the next time he looks at me, I know he is back … enough.

“Let's go.”

Chapter Thirty Three

Ifeel like I have lost count of the days again as I slowly pace the cell. Waking up the day after Jaiden told me what was really going on, I slowly started to change my routine. Instead of laying on the cot all day, I got up and slowly began to pace.

I would be useless in this fight if I was weak. I don’t know what I would be able to actually do if it came down to using my fists but something is better than nothing, surely.

After pacing for a while, I begin doing stretches. My limbs scream at me, protesting after not being used for so long.

Stretching soon turned into exercises I could do in such a confined area. Lunges, sit ups and star jumps.

As to not raise any suspicion, I ensured that there were times that I allowed myself to ‘break’. Jaiden informed me that I had to put a show on for the cameras.

Information in regards to when my Alphas planned on coming to save me was sparse. All I knew is that I had to be prepared. That it would become obvious to me when it was time.

I wake when I hear the first gunshots go off. It startles me enough that I shoot straight up in bed. The next few shots to go off have me flinching.

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