Page 68 of Knot Unwanted: Part Two

I press myself against the opposite door, as far from him as I can get in the confined space. The heat is still there, insistent and demanding, but it’s secondary now to the hatred burning through me.

Caldwell strokes himself through his pants, his erection obvious and obscene. “Just your taste in my mouth and I already know you’re worth every penny of the three million I paid.” He unzips his pants, freeing himself. “Come here, omega. Show your alpha some appreciation.”

“You’re not my alpha,” I spit.

His expression darkens. “I am now. Your pack is gone. Your alpha is dead. I’m all you have left.”

The words hit like swords piercing through me. Gone. Dead. All my fault.

What will Finn, Stone, and Jax do now? They’ve barely healed from Finn’s accident, and now Ren is gone. Because of me. Because I was stupid enough to wander off at the gala.

Caldwell advances on me, crawling across the floor of the van. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be,” he warns, grabbing my ankle and pulling me toward him. “You’ll learn to enjoy it. They all do, eventually.”

I kick out, but he catches my leg easily. “I like a little fight,” he says, grinning. “Makes the submission all the sweeter.”

He’s fully erect now, his cock jutting proudly from his open pants. It’s large, obscenely so, the knot at the base already beginning to swell. Alpha pheromones pour from him, so strong they make my head swim.

Part of me—the omega, the heat—responds despite my disgust. More slick gushes between my thighs, my body betraying my mind’s revulsion.

“See?” Caldwell says, noticing my reaction. “Your body knows what it needs.”

He grabs the back of my head, fingers tangling painfully in my hair as he drags me forward. I can’t fight him. I’m too weak, too drugged, too consumed by the heat. My limbs feel like lead, my thoughts scattered.

But I’m just broken. Not dead.

Not yet.

As he forces my mouth open, pressing the head of his cock against my lips, I see triumph in his eyes. Victory. Possession.

For a split second, his guard drops, pleasure replacing caution as the tip of his cock slides past my lips.

That’s when I bite down.Hard.

Caldwell’s scream fills the van, high and piercing. He tries to pull back, but I clamp down harder, tasting copper as my teeth break skin.

“FUCK!” he shrieks, his hands scrabbling at my face, trying to pry me off. “GET HER OFF ME!”

The van swerves violently as the beta driver turns to see what’s happening. “What the?—”

Caldwell finally manages to thrust me away, sending me sprawling. Blood drips from his cock, from my lips. The metallic taste fills my mouth, and I spit, trying to rid myself of him.

“You fucking feral bitch!” he roars, clutching himself. “You goddamn animal!”

“Stop the fucking car!” he yells to the driver, already fumbling for the door handle. “Stop the car NOW!”

The van screeches to a halt. Caldwell throws the door open, stumbling out while still holding his bloodied cock. Now’s my chance. I have to go.

I seize the opportunity, lunging for the opposite door.

Behind me, Caldwell is cursing, his voice high with pain and rage. “Get the bitch! Don’t let her get away!”

I tumble out of the van, my bare feet hitting the ground. The night air hits my overheated skin like a shock, but it does nothing to cool the fire inside me. My legs are weak, barely able to support me. Slick runs down my thighs, leaving a trail behind me.

That’s when headlights suddenly illuminate the road from around the bend, catching Caldwell in their harsh glare. Another car. More of them coming to help?

No time to think. I have to run. I have to get away.

The beta driver rounds the van, grabbing for me as I try to flee. His fingers close around my arm, jerking me back.

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