Page 65 of Knot Excused
“Poor bastard,” I said. “What happens now?”
“Eventually the silver will put us in a deep sleep. And we’ll stay there until Piper wants to release us.”
“What if she never does?” I asked.
“Then I guess we’ll sleep forever,” Rook said.
I nodded. “Better that than hurting Piper.”
Rook and I started to prepare the heavy ropes for ourselves.
He kept flicking his eyes to the window, out there where we could see down the lawns to Piper’s room.
“It’s hard to imagine never seeing her again,” Rook said haltingly. “Never getting another chance to explain and apologize. Beg for forgiveness.”
“We have to do this,” I said sternly, beginning to wind the rope around one of my feet. “We can’t risk rutting or going feral around her.”
“Just once,” said Rook, breathing heavily. “I just need to see her one more time.”
Then he suddenly bolted from the room.
“Piper!” he cried out, his eyes wild. “I’m coming, my darling!”
Gritting my teeth, I kicked the rope from my ankle.
Damn, my skin was already stinging. This was going to hurt like a bitch.
“Rook, stop!” I yelled, but I wasn’t First Alpha, and he ignored me completely.
I sprinted after him.
Rook was two inches taller and outweighed me by probably 65 pounds, but I sprung for him anyway, grabbing him around the waist so we collapsed in an ungainly heap on the floor.
“Get back in the room!” I gritted out at him, as I attempted to force my massive Head Alpha back into First Aid.
He did not want to go, and he attempted to shove me off, but I stuck to him, gripping him as tightly as I could, repeating over and over again,
“It’s not safe it’s not safe it’s not safe it’s not safe it’s not safe.”
Finally, my shouted words seemed to be getting through to him, and he sagged in my arms, reluctantly staggering to his feet so I could help drag him down the hallway.
I saw a few palace staff watching, quiet but wary, not interfering, and it stung knowing we should have been whooping it up this entire wedding season, taking Piper to all the new Alpha-Omega matches.
But instead we had fucked up.
Once we got back in the room, Rook and I tied ourselves up in silence.
The ropes were designed in such a way that all we had to do was begin the process and the knots would automatically tie in our hands, binding the entire protective device together.
Teddy’s eyes were still yellow-bright, his hips still thrusting jerkily in the air with his rut, even as he whimpered in pain.
The brutal punishment of the silver ropes immediately overwhelmed my pain receptors, each nerve alive to the searing agony, my wolf straining to find some way to alleviate it.
But there was no way.
I burned from my head to my feet, each inch of my body on fire with the silver, and I couldn’t help shaking uncontrollably, my teeth rapidly beginning to chatter in my head.
The pain would eventually knock me out, and as the raw agony spread throughout my body, making even my fingertips curl, I thought only:
