Page 95 of Knot Their Girl
Who would dare take my omega and my nephew?
“Fuck. Do you have any idea who would do this? Who would take them?”
Once I reach the first floor of the house, I pace the main hall. “No, no, I—” And then I stop, both in pacing and in my denial. An idea pops into my head, but it can’t be right, could it? Bradford Bentley was a lot of things; he’s been insistent for a while, but he can’t be behind this, can he?
“What are you thinking?”
“There’s an alpha, Bradford Bentley, the one who—”
“Wants to buy you out of Chase Jewels, I remember. You think he’s behind this?”
“I don’t know,” I answer honestly, rubbing my forehead. “I don’t know who else could be.”
“I’m turning around and heading back to Alabaster Security. Meet me there. Keep your phone on you.” A moment passes before he adds in a growl, “We’ll get them back, Gideon, I promise. I’ll call the team up and tell them to do some research on this Bradford guy.”
I want to believe him. Hell, if he tells me that in person, I will, but over the phone, something gets lost in translation, and I can’t stop myself from worrying about both the fate of our omega and my nephew.
We only just found each other. I can’t lose her so soon. And my nephew… Colter has seen so much already. This might just be the final nail in the coffin.
Chapter Forty – Colter
A pounding headache greets me when I awaken, and I slowly blink, coming to. I stare at a strange ceiling I’ve never seen before, and I sit up and feel my head. I find no blood. Everything is hazy; it’s hard for me to recall what led up to this point. To my right, Raeka lays, passed out.
We’re on a bed in an unfamiliar bedroom, with no windows to be seen.
What the heck is going on?
I lightly touch Raeka’s arm, trying to wake her, and as I do so, it all comes crashing back: the intruders. The drugs that made us pass out… me saying her name before she lost consciousness.
Did that happen, or was it just part of the fever dream thanks to whatever drug they stuck in me?
No, no. I think… I think I really did say her name.
I open my mouth to say her name again, but nothing comes out. Her name is right there, on the tip of my tongue, but I just can’t push it out fully. Even now, I’m still broken, still lost, but being so close to her makes me hopeful that, one day, maybe I can put myself back together again.
It’s why I love her so much.
Raeka groans, slowly sitting up, and only when I’m sure she’s steady do I take my hand off her. She rubs her head and glances around before settling her eyes on me. Those gray eyes fill with relief, and she throws her arms around me, practically falling into my lap as she whispers, “Colter. Are you okay?”
All I can do is hug her back, hug her back and nod against her.
She pulls herself off me and looks around again. “Who the hell were those guys?” She slides off the bed and goes toward the door, which is shut. She hesitates only a moment before she putsher hand on the knob and tries to turn it—tries being the main word there. The door must be locked from the outside, because it doesn’t budge one bit. “Of course. It wouldn’t be that easy.”
She comes back to the bed, sitting on its other side. “Well, at least we aren’t chained to the ground somewhere.” A heavy sigh leaves her, and then something changes in her gray eyes when she looks at me again. “You… you said my name.”
I swallow hard. It isn’t like I can deny it. What would be the point? So I just nod. I don’t have my tablet. I can’t really talk to her. She’s been doing her best to learn sign language for me, but just like learning any language, it’s a slow process. Right now, all Raeka understands are the basics, and certain words.
She gives me a smile that, if we were in any other circumstance, would set me completely at ease, and she lifts a hand, bringing it to my cheek. “I wish I would’ve been more conscious to hear your voice.”
My stare falls to the empty space between us, and I sigh.
“It’s okay,” she tells me, stroking my cheek. “It’s all right. We’ll have plenty of time after we get out of this to try again. Now that we know your voice is still in there, we can try to ease it out. I’d love to hear you say my name again.”
She shouldn’t be the one comforting me.Ishould be the one comfortingher.
We scoot to the headboard, where we recline and hold onto each other since there isn’t much else we can do. How I wish I was an alpha, stronger than I am, and I could bust us out of here, wherever here is. I could hold onto her and keep her safe, protect her, instead of being as good as helpless.
It’s as we lay there together that I study the room again, and this time I find the small camera stationed in the top corner of the room, just above the door. A blinking light tells me it must be on, and we’re being watched. I wonder if whoever took us willgrace us with their appearance, or if we’re going to be left in here wondering until the day we die.
