Page 5 of Knot Unwanted: Part Two

“Finn…”

I fall to my knees on the rain-drenched street.

“Finn…please…don’t leave me.”

Silence.

My knees hit pavement. Something inside my chest rips open. Not my heart—that’s too small. This is deeper. The place where bonds live. Wherepacklives. It tears in half with a pain that doesn’t register as pain anymore, just white-hot nothingness.

Then—

A single, jagged beep.

My head snaps up.

The medic freezes, her stethoscope pressed to Finn’s chest. For a heartbeat, no one breathes.

Another beep.

“We’ve got a rhythm!” she shouts.

I choke on air. Alive.Alive?—

But Finn doesn’t wake. Doesn’t move. His chest rises once, twice, with the forced pump of the ventilator.

Alive. But not here.

Alive. But barely.

I follow in a daze as they load him into the ambulance. It’s only when I reach the doors that I remember Amaya. Remember the other car, the reason for my choice, the sacrifice I made.

I turn, searching the rainy darkness, and see the crumpled remains of her car, wrapped around a pole on the other side of the road. Emergency workers stand around it, their movements slow, subdued. No urgency. No hope.

One of them shakes his head at another.

No.

I take a stumbling step toward her car, needing to know, to see, but a paramedic catches my arm.

“Sir, you need to come with us,” he says, guiding me back toward the ambulance where Finn lies, pale and still, surrounded by equipment keeping him alive.

“My sister,” I say, but my voice is but a whisper, the alpha in me completely subdued.

The beta’s eyes soften with understanding. With pity. “I’m sorry,” he says.

And I know. In my heart, I already know.

I chose Finn. And in the span of minutes, I lost them both anyway.

Chapter 2

Ren

Present day

Two and a half years ago, I killed my omega.

And now, history is threatening to repeat itself.

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