Page 94 of Knot Their Girl
So who the hell are they?
And then, before my mind can register what’s happening, a loud thump rises in the air and the door caves in. A squad of alphas, all wearing black, their faces covered by masks and big, thick guns drawn, march inside the house. I’m too shocked to be scared, a deer in headlights as the men surround me, all pointing their weapons at me.
One of them growls out, “If you know what’s good for you, you won’t fight us.” Whoever he is, he doesn’t use his alpha dominance, and a part of me wonders if he’s baiting me, trying toget me to fight back so he can have an excuse to exert his power over me.
Who am I in the face of all these strangers? One omega against what’s basically a mini-army of alphas? I have no chance, so all I do is lift my hands up in surrender and wish I wouldn’t have left my phone upstairs with Colter.
Colter. Shit.
The man who spoke lowers his gun so he can reach for something on his side: cuffs. Not quite handcuffs like the police have, but close enough. He jerks my arms behind my back and cuffs me.
The man who must be in charge of them lifts a wrist to his covered mouth, “Got the omega. Still want the other one?” He must get the affirmative, because he gestures for the others to check the house. All but him and the one who cuffed me split up into teams of two to look for Colter.
I’m dragged into the living room once it’s cleared, and I glare at the two alphas standing a few feet away, on high alert. “Who are you?” I demand, but an omega making demands of alphas is useless, unless those alphas are in her pack. These particular guys? They owe me nothing. Hell, I should be grateful they’re not going nuts around my unbonded, full-blown scent.
They ignore me, and the longer they ignore me, the longer the others are searching the house—and the more time that passes, the more likely they are to have found Colter. I hope, pray that they aren’t hurting him.
“What do you want?” I say, but again, I’m met with silence.
I grind my teeth, not used to being overlooked, when finally I hear footsteps. I stand, but a harsh look from both alphas near me makes me sit right back down. With my heart in my throat, I watch as the other alphas pull Colter into the room. His hands are behind his back, in similar cuffs as me, and the moment hesees me, the beta’s eyes widen. He tries to run to me, but one of the alphas behind him knocks him off his feet and to the ground.
“No,” I whisper, watching in horror as the beta grunts as he collides with the floor, unable to catch himself since his hands are behind his back.
The alpha in charge barks out, “No more of that.” For a second, I think he’s talking to Colter, but based on the way the alpha who hit him responds: by ducking his head down and nodding once, he was talking about his rough behavior.
The alpha who knocked him down grabs Colter by the back of the neck, jerking him onto his knees. The beta struggles, but it’s pointless.
Mr. In-Charge pulls something out of his pocket. Two somethings. He says to his wrist, “Got ‘em both. Gonna bag ‘em and tag ‘em, then bring ‘em straight to you.”
My heart beats so fast I feel the blood pumping quicker in my veins, and as the alpha approaches me with one of the things he pulled out of his pocket, I stand—but I can’t go anywhere, because the other alpha watching me grabs me and holds me steady.
A needle. A needle with God knows what.
“No, don’t—” My nostrils flare as I try to wriggle out of the alpha’s hold, but just like Colter, I fail. I’m stuck in the neck with whatever it is, and mere seconds after it’s fully injected in me, I get woozy.
My head gets heavy. My vision blurs. I have the damnedest time keeping my head up, so eventually I give up and let it fall back. My eyes roll into the back of my head mere seconds before the alpha goes to Colter to give him the same shot.
Whatever it is must be strong to knock me out that quickly… and to make me think I hear Colter’s voice for the first time, saying nothing more than my name, “Raeka,” before the blackness of oblivion takes me.
Chapter Thirty-Nine – Gideon
Coming home, I’m torn between telling Raeka and the others about my new idea for Chase Jewels and keeping it to myself until I have its first item in my hands. A part of me wants to talk about it, tell Raeka that she inspired me, but the other part of me wants it to be a surprise when I have the actual item in-hand, ready to give to her.
Maybe I’ll talk to Pax about it.
That thought, however, is cut short as I drive down the driveway to see the front door to the house wide open.
I hit the brake and put the car in park, hurrying to get out and race inside the house. The faint scent of unfamiliar alphas fills my nose the moment I step inside, and an uneasy feeling rises in my gut—the only time I’ve ever felt this way was when I found out my sister and her husband were dead… and when I found Colter bleeding out. It’s not something I ever wanted to feel again.
“Raeka!” I call out for her, racing through the house. “Colter!” Again and again I call out their names, checking the entire house, but I get no response… because they aren’t here.
As I race down the steps, I pull out my phone and dial Pax’s number, and thankfully the alpha answers on the second ring: “Gideon. I’m on my way home now—”
“Raeka and Colter are gone.”
Whatever he was saying, he stops, and it must take a moment for my words to register in his head, because it’s a little bit before he asks, “What do you mean, they’re gone?”
“When I got home, the front door was open. They’re not here. They’re gone, Pax. The air smells like other alphas.” I get riled up just thinking about it; I’m practically seeing red, which isn’t normal for me. Now that the shock has worn off, I’m pissed.
