Page 1 of Knot Your Damsel

Stolen Omega

Her Vicious Pack 1

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Vera

My noseand lungs are stinging as the heavy bag over my head traps the smoke-filled air inside. A constant reminder of our situation, of how they woke us up in the middle of the night, of how they burned down our house and everything we owned when they took us, leaving us nowhere to return.

I have no idea where we are, or how long we’ve been driving, as I have no way to estimate time or distance.

Our kidnappers were pretty thorough, they didn’t just put the bag over my head but also put a set of thick headphones over it, making me unable to see or hear anything. My hands are bound behind my back and they’ve strapped us securely in the back seats of a car, the rough fabric of the seats uncomfortable against my bare skin.

There’s darkness and silence all around me, combined with the vibrations and soft swaying of the car and my Alpha’s fingers tightly entwined with mine. His touch the only thing that’s keeping me grounded.

I rhythmically tense my fingers around Caleb’s calloused ones, trying to soothe my nerves, trying to not freak out. I need a clear head, if we’re going to get out of this mess in one piece.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.

I rub my pinkie over the rough scar on the side of his left hand. No number ten.

One. Two?—

The car swerves around another corner, nearly jerking us apart, breaking my counting.

Even though I can’t hear it, I feel Caleb’s angry growl through my body, letting me know he’s still there. Ready to protect me. Ready to fight off any danger.

I have no idea how those fuckers finally got to us.

We’ve been hiding from them for years now. Moving from place to place, keeping a low profile, and then, suddenly, they were in our bedroom in the middle of the night.

We didn’t go willingly, and they were clearly not expecting us to put up a fight. They prepared for a simple ‘grab and go’ job, not one where their victims would take out half their team before they overwhelmed us.

I grin.

I hope the bastard who tried to pull me from our bed wasn’t planning on having kids…

The car takes another turn, slowing down, the smooth ride becoming bumpier. We must be nearing our destination.

I squeeze Caleb’s hands twice, a quick pattern. As soon as we’re able to, we should try to make a run for it.

He squeezes back once, long. Stay in place.

What?!

Why?

I struggle against the restraints, but he squeezes my hands again, long, slow, hard.Stay.

No running?

Fuck.

The car comes to a stop and, not too long after, cool air hits my exposed skin as they open a door.

Rough hands grab for me, trying to pull me out of the car, but I hold Caleb tightly, refusing to leave my Alpha, my protector, behind.

Where one goes, we both go. That’s how we’ve been able to stay safe for so long.

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