Page 26 of Knot Broken

The words tear through the last shreds of my restraint. My hips surge forward, the thick swell of my knot forcing its way past her entrance, locking us together with a delicious stretch. The sensation of being so impossibly deep, of having her body gripping me like a vice, is pure, unrelenting bliss.

A guttural sound escapes my throat as I come, pleasure ripping through me in a violent wave, my release flooding her as my knot swells to its fullest. I can’t move, can’t do anything but hold her tight as my body pulses against hers.

And Violet’s still trembling in my arms, her own pleasure spiraling endlessly as she feels me filling her, the knot holding us together like we were made to fit.

We stay locked like that, tangled in each other, breathing hard and raw. I press my forehead against hers, our breaths mingling as we come down from the high of it all.

“Mine,” I murmur, the word slipping out before I can stop it.

And from the way her smile softens and her fingers stroke over my jaw, I can tell she feels the same.

Dare

May 23rd

5:32 P.M

“What have we gathered so far?” Fox asks as he strides into the library, Violet close behind him.

He’s dressed casually, comfortable in dark jeans and a fitted gray Henley that stretches tight across his shoulders. Violet trails after him, wrapped snugly in a soft black cardigan layered over leggings, fuzzy purple socks peeking out beneath. Her short violet curls are wild around her face, eyes alert, sharpened by a combination of caffeine and adrenaline.

I straighten from where I’ve been leaning against the heavy oak table positioned in the center of the room—our makeshift war table. Violet had jokingly dubbed this sprawling library the “war room,” and honestly, it fits better than any other description.

The library itself is impressive—floor-to-ceiling shelves of dark mahogany lined with countless books, leather-bound classics mixed among tactical manuals and outdated maps. The room smells faintly of aged paper, leather, and something comforting, almost nostalgic. There’s a massive stone fireplace along one wall, flames flickering quietly, casting warm, shifting shadows across polished hardwood floors and plush velvet armchairs arranged neatly nearby.

Stacks of paperwork, laptops, maps, and scattered notes currently clutter the central table, evidence of how long we’ve all been digging into the ongoing threats around us. Jex sits in one of the large leather chairs, elbows propped against the table, dressed similarly to Fox in dark pants, though his plain black T-shirt clings tightly to his massive frame. He looks tired but focused, and the tension in his jaw is clear evidence of how badly he wants this resolved.

I exhale slowly, running a hand roughly through my messy black hair. “We’ve confirmed a definitive location for one of the auction houses,” I say, voice grim. “Romano got solid intel this morning. We’re finally making progress.”

Violet’s eyes widen slightly, but her expression remains steady as she slips into the chair beside Jex, curling her legs underneath her. Fox takes the seat directly across from me, his gaze sharp, wary.

“Good,” Fox murmurs, leaning forward and bracing his forearms on the table. “It’s about damn time.”

Jex nods, glancing over at Violet as if assessing her reaction. She meets his eyes briefly, a silent exchange passing between them before she turns back to me.

“And the rest?” she asks softly, a slight edge of tension in her voice. She’s strong and stubborn as hell, but I know all of thisis weighing heavily on her. She’s barely slept since we brought her here, even after building the elaborate nest room. Her worry for Fallon, Odette, and every omega caught up in this nightmare has only grown more intense.

I sigh, sliding one of Romano’s intel folders closer. “Our house is still secure for now. Completely off-grid, buried deep in shell corporations and fake identities. Nobody’s tracked us yet, so we’re safe here—at least for the moment.”

Fox nods thoughtfully, fingers tapping quietly against the polished tabletop. “And the kidnappings?”

I frown deeply, meeting his gaze. “The immediate kidnappings in our area seem to have been shut down, at least temporarily, thanks to Rosetti and Fallon raising hell. But the auctions themselves are still happening—likely using omegas brought in from other regions. It’s a temporary fix, nothing permanent.”

Violet makes a frustrated noise in the back of her throat, leaning her head briefly on Jex’s shoulder. He instinctively wraps an arm around her, fingers gently threading through her curls in silent comfort.

“Fallon and Romano are moving forward quickly with renovating that apartment building for single omegas,” Jex says, voice low but firm. “They’ll have secure housing and a safe place to land—one less vulnerability for these bastards to exploit.”

Violet’s lips curve into a faint, grateful smile. “That’s good. Really good.”

“And,” I continue, feeling slightly more optimistic now that there’s tangible progress, “Congress is finally feeling the heat. They’re currently fighting to abolish the outdated guardian law—the one that says omegas can’t own anything withoutpermission. There are just too many omegas on their own these days for that to make sense.”

Fox snorts softly, shaking his head. “About damn time. It’s insane that it took this long.”

“Still, it’s movement in the right direction,” I say quietly. “We’re gaining ground, even if it feels slow.”

The silence hangs heavy in the library for a moment, the crackling fire offering faint comfort. Violet exhales softly, shifting closer to Jex, her eyes distant with worry. I watch her closely, my chest tightening at the thought of how much stress she’s carrying.

“Hey,” I say gently, drawing her attention back to me. “We’ll get through this, Violet. One step at a time.”

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