Page 46 of Knot Unwanted: Part Two

The mantra isn’t just words. It’s who I am. Who we are together.

“I said,” I growl, “let go of me.”

The beta’s eyes widen at my tone, his grip loosening slightly in surprise. It’s all the opening I need.

I don’t plan. I just lash out with the syringe still clutched in my fist.

Our bodies collide. The needle strikes sideways across his face first, a glancing blow that makes him howl. He reels back, but I surge forward, blind panic and heat-hazed instinct driving me, and this time the plunger catches on his shirt as I thrust upward.

The needle slips past his flailing arm. Finds soft resistance.

His scream curdles the air as the syringe embeds itself not in his cheek as I’d aimed, but deep in the corner of his left eye. Blood wells instantly around the plastic barrel, shockingly red against his pale skin.

The sound he makes causes my ears to ring. His hands fly to his face, releasing me as he staggers backward, blood streaming between his fingers.

“You BITCH!” he howls. “You fucking BITCH!”

I stumble away from him, my legs still weak, my body still burning with the heat. But my mind is clearer now, more focused with crystal clarity on what needs to happen next.

I need to get to Ren. I need to free him. I need to get us both out of here before Heath and Caldwell return.

The beta lurches toward me blindly, one hand still pressed to his ruined eye. “I’ll kill you for this,” he snarls. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

I scramble away, looking frantically for a weapon, a tool, anything. My gaze lands on the chair I was sitting in. Metal. Heavy. It will have to do.

I lunge for it, dragging it between us with strength I didn’t know I possessed. The beta charges, colliding with the chair. It topples, taking him down with it in a tangle of limbs and metal.

I don’t wait to see if he’ll get up. The door he came through is still open. My escape route.

But Ren. I can’t leave him.

I glance back at him, torn. He’s staring at me intently, shaking his head. Go, he seems to be saying.Run.

I can’t. I won’t.

“I’ll be back,” I promise him, the words sounding ridiculous even as I say them. I’m naked, drugged, in the middle of my heat. What exactly do I think I’m going to do?

I don’t know. But I know I can’t leave him.

The beta groans, beginning to push himself up. No more time.

I sprint for the door, adrenaline temporarily overriding the weakness in my limbs, the ache at the center of my thighs. The corridor beyond is dimly lit, empty. Which way?

The hallway stretches endlessly in both directions, sterile white walls bleeding into shadow. My bare feet slap against cold tile as I run, every breath ragged and too loud in my ears. I don’t know where I’m going. Don’t care. Justaway.

Get out. Find help. Save Ren.

But then?—

Hands.

They grab me from behind, yanking me backward so hard my teeth snap together. My vision whites out for a second, pain radiating through my scalp where fingers are tangled in my hair.

“Did youreallythink you could run?” A voice snarls in my ear. The beta—his face a mess of blood from where I stabbed him—jerks me around to face him. His good eye is wild with fury. “Youruinedmy fucking eye, you cunt!”

Spittle hits my cheek as he screams. I struggle, but the heat is cresting again, making my limbs heavy, my thoughts syrupy slow. I need a knot. I need to come.

My body reacts to the sensation of the male behind me, my thoughts phasing into the need. The urge to find pleasure.

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