Page 95 of The Knotty Omega

Tito’s is a cute, Mexican themed bar/club with lots of colorful lights, a bar that looks like a cabana, and lots of tiki torches.

This is my first time goingoutout since bonding, and wearing a top with my bites on full display seemed imperative. Well, the two visible ones, courtesy of Mattie and Titus. My off the shoulder, shimmery black top makes me feel hot and confident, especially paired with my tight jeans that show off my ass.

It feels so good to be able to just be out and free and not have to worry about threats against my safety or taking heat suppressants or bond replicators. Because I have the real thing now. I have my alphas, my beta, and my besties, and life couldn’t be more perfect.

My grumpy alpha stands against the back wall with his shoulders back and his arms crossed, the position making black t-shirt stretch across his chest and his biceps look fucking huge as he keeps an eye on all of us. Brennan, on the opposite wall, has not kept his eyes off Wren this whole time.

Feeling cheeky, I push my appreciation of Titus’ hot body through the bond, and his eyes flash to mine, a smirk pulling at his lips. Maybe he’ll let me suck his marshmallow flavored dick in the bathroom later.

“Let’s dance!” I shout over the music, and the three of us link hands and move to the dance floor. The three of us dance together, some techno-pop song playing over the speakers. We’re all loose limbs and silliness, and I’m acutely aware of the way Titus’ eyes linger on my body while I move.

Hannah’s eyes keep darting over my shoulder, and I look to see the actual bar security, complete with earpiece and everything, surveying the room. His eyes linger on us…no, on Hannah, and I turn back in time to see her blush and look away.

Interesting.

We dance for a little longer, the three of us in a small circle, when the margaritas I had earlier catch up with me. “I have to pee!” They nod in acknowledgement and keep dancing, and I turn to Titus and mouth the word “bathroom”. I feel his eyes on me as I leave the dance floor, and head toward the small hallway in the back that leads to the restrooms.

The music mutes as soon as the bathroom door closes behind me, and I let out a deep breath. I hadn’t realized how good the quiet would sound until I was in it. The room is surprisingly empty, and I go into a stall and empty my bladder, the door to the bathroom opens, letting the full blast of the music for a moment before swings shut again.

The sink turns on, and I open the door to my stall fully prepared to see some drunk girl washing her face, but instead am met with the sight of…Laura. She’s leaning against the counter with her arms crossed, like she was fully expecting me, a purse hanging from her arm. She looks a little uncomfortable in a place like this, but her usual bun is nowhere to be seen, her brown hair hits her shoulders in soft waves and she has different glasses frames than usual, they match the soft green of her sweater.

For some reason, the fact that we’re in here, alone, has my hair standing on edge, and it quickly sobers me. “Hey Laura,” I say as nonchalantly as I can, walking up to the sink next to her and washing my hands. “You look really pretty. Here for ladie’s night?”

She looks slightly taken aback by my compliment but quickly recovers. “Something like that.”

I go around her, ready for this weird encounter to be over, and grab a paper towel to dry my hands.

“Okay, well enjoy the rest of your night,” I tell her a little awkwardly, before turning back towards the door. The second my fingers touch the door handle, my gut sinks and I feel like I’ve made a mistake turning my back on her.

Before I can turn back around, there’s a blinding pain in the back of my head, and then everything goes black.

CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

An acrid stench surrounds me and my nose wrinkles, and a deep feeling of panic surges in my chest, making an involuntary whimper leave me. The panic isn’t mine, though.

Fuck. My pack.

“Shit, she’s waking up,” a hushed voice whispers, one that’s vaguely familiar. “You didn’t hit her hard enough, beta bitch.”

“I’m sorry, alpha,” Laura’s voice simpers behind me. “I stuffed my purse with as many coins as I could, just like you said. She just must have a thick skull.”

Fuck. Laura. My head is absolutelythrobbing. She knocked me out by hitting me with her purse? Why? What does she get out of working with these assholes?

My heart pounds in my chest. The fucking Sheffield pack has me. How? They’re supposed to be in a jail cell, paying for the torment they’ve caused me the last few months.

Dammint, I can’t get my eyes to open. I need to figure out where I am. I can tell I’m being carried by someone, cradled against their chest in a way that might have seemed protective if I didn’t know any better. The cool bite of air tells me we’re outside, walking quickly. I don’t feel any restraints around my hands or feet, which is good, and stupid on their part. They probably figure I’m just a helpless little omega who can’t possibly do anything to them.

An angry growl rattles through the chest against me, setting my teeth on edge. I peek my eyes open to see the angry face of Harry Sheffield, illuminated by street lights. The back of my head is pounding, but I need to get out of here. I can’t have been out for long, since I’m pretty sure we’re in the back parking lot of Tito’s.

They’re supposed to be in jail. They weren’t eligible for bail. How the hell did they get out?

I try to send as much reassurance through the bond to everyone, but still with a hint ofI’m in danger please save me. Titus pushes through fierce determination and I wish the bond came with some sort of homing device feature.

He’ll find me though, I know he will. I just need to stall. If they have me in a parking lot, they’re trying to get me to a car. And I can’t let that happen.

“Aren’t you supposed to be rotting in a jail cell somewhere?” I croak. “Why even bother at this point? I’m already bonded. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if my pack was on its way to kick you sorry ass right now.”

“Shut the fuck up,” another alpha voice growls, and I lift my head to see Jonas snarling at me. “We don’t need to bond your bitch-ass to get our use out of you.”

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