Page 19 of Unhinged
“I’m not stupid, Mom. You have that knife under your mattress, you come home late all the time, and you have blood on you sometimes.”
Fuck. He’s serious. This omega is the serial killer. Well, that’s an interesting turn of events.
“So, what, your alpha just lets you run around killing people alone? What kind of alpha is that?” I ask.
“I don’t have an alpha,” she snaps, her hazel eyes locking on mine. “Or at least I didn’t.”
“Tell me you’re not still blind to what’s right in front of you? Tell me you figured it out?” Arrow grinds out.
“Figured out what?” the kid asks, looking at Arrow. “Mom, what's happening?”
Oh, shit. How didn’t I notice as soon as I walked in? Arrow obviously did and I’m guessing Acid too, but he’s too loyal to let his own shit get in the way of our friendship and the club.
“It’s okay, Judge. They’re going to let us go. We’ll go home and forget this ever happened.”
“No, we won’t,” Acid barks, the sound more growl than words.
“Fuck no,” Arrow agrees, like he’s barely holding something back.
“You know who she is now. Just let us go!” Judge shouts, working the ropes on his mom’s wrists.
“Can’t do that, little buddy.” Arrow smirks, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. His chest is rising and falling faster now, jaw clenched like he’s fighting his own body.
“Why?”
A low rumble escapes Acid. His nostrils flare.
“Your mom is our scent match.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
BRYDGETT
They think they can keep me here? No way in hell. I’ve given them what they wanted. Whether I’m their scent match or not, it’s time for me to take my son and blow this popsicle stand.
“There’s no way you’re the Slayer. You’re an omega, for fuck’s sake.” Gears laughs, the sound grating on my nerves.
“Believe it or don’t, that’s your problem, not mine. I’ve told you what you asked. Now untie me,” I grit.
Arrow rushes over, dropping to his knees in front of me, a blade flashing as he pulls it from the back of his pants. My heart races as he slices through the binding around my left ankle. For a moment, hope flutters in my chest, but it’s quickly crushed when Gears grabs Arrow by the cut and yanks him back, sending him sprawling to the floor.
“What the fuck are you doing, Arrow?” Gears growls, authority radiating from him.
“She’s our scent match—our Kismet,” Arrow snaps back, his tone urgent as if this should be obvious to everyone. “I’m freeing her.”
“She ain’t the Slayer. Look at her,” Gears scoffs, throwing a dismissive hand in my direction.
Acid steps forward, looking as pale as a ghost. We lock eyes for a brief second before he quickly looks away. “She was in the bed with Kenny’s body. We saw her grab the knife. There was no one else.”
“It doesn’t matter about any of that,” Arrow argues, his voice rising. “She’s our omega, and we have her bound to a fucking chair in front of her son.”
Their omega? No. I’m not theirs. I’m not anyone’s. Kismet means nothing to me. They put hands on my child, took both of us and kept us apart. The trauma they’ve inflicted on Judge, the fear in his eyes… that overrides everything else. I am not defined by my designation; it does not and will not control me.
But I know one thing for sure: we’re going to have to move again. They won’t stop hunting us now. It’s a shame—we really liked it here. Especially Judge.
“Okay, fine.” Gears finally relents, though his tone is still laced with skepticism. “Say she is the Alpha Slayer. We said we’d work out a deal withhim. Now he’s apparently a she, so let’s work it out.”
Arrow takes that as his cue, releasing my other ankle and then my wrists. The moment I’m free, I stand, stretching my stiff limbs, shaking out the numbness. But as soon as I feel the blood flowing again, I turn and slam my fist into Gears’ already broken nose.
