Page 96 of Knot So Broken

Our steps are silent as we move further into the basement.

Kennedy’s scent gets stronger the closer we get to her. She is like a beacon down here, leading us straight to her.

Turning into a corridor, we are greeted with cage after cage. My stomach rolls at the sight. All of the cages are empty, bar one.

The one that contains our girl.

The moment she spots us, a sob breaks from her lips.

Jax doesn’t hesitate as he rushes towards her.

A tisking sound stops his advance as four figures from the shadows of her confinement move in behind her.

“I’m surprised it took you so long to find us. The big scary Duran Mafia isn’t so big and scary after all,” Ronan, the head Alpha of the Mullen pack says as he steps up behind Kennedy.

I remain silent as both Ledger and I move to step up next to Jax. I can feel him vibrating in his spot, a sentiment I also share.

The four Alphas move to surround Kennedy. She remains frozen in place as she looks at us. I wish I could feel her emotions. To know if she is okay or if the brave face she is wearing is an act or not.

Trent moves closer to our Omega, a hand landing on her hip.

Growls from Ledger, Jax and I echo through the concrete room.

I go to take a step forward but the glimmer of metal rising has me freezing. The barrel of a glock rests against the temple of my Omega. I watch as Trent pulls back the hammer, his finger lingering dangerously close to the trigger.

“Not another step closer,” the Alpha’s grimey voice whispers in the eerie quiet.

I feel like I don’t breathe as I find Kennedy looking directly at me. I convey every single emotion I possibly can through look alone.

How fucking sorry I am for failing her. How I wish that she never had to go through the terror of having a weapon held to your head.

How devastatingly I have fallen in love with her.

“If you want Kennedy to live, I suggest you turn your tail and forget about her.”

I scoff, shaking my head as I find Charles smiling like that cat who got the cream.

“There’s no way that I can do that,” my words echo to the Alphas holding my life in their hands.

I look back at my girl, finding her smiling at me even as tears stream down her beautiful cheeks. The look on her face is completely at odds with the situation we currently find ourselves in.

It's certainly the last thing I feel like doing right now.

I expected terror, anger, hopelessness even. Certainly not the optimism and elation in her eyes that is making me question the stability of our Omega’s mental health. I really shouldn't expect much else. I know nothing of what she has been over the last week.

Have they hurt her?

From what I can tell of my quick perusal of her body, she seems unharmed. If anything she seems slightly better than she did when she left.

What have they been doing to her?

I finally allow myself to look at Jaiden. His stony face gives nothing away. Has he told Kennedy what is going on? Did she know that we were coming for her?

She should know that we always will. Because wherever she is, is where I want to be.

“Not your fucking Omega,” Jax growls from beside me. The sound is undoubtedly all Alpha. His body is now visibly shaking. He is back to the feral state he has been in for days.

I’m glad that he is at least able to see reason for the time being, while we work out how to get her away from them.

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