Page 193 of Knot Their Soldier: Part One
“I’m safe. I promise.”
The squeal of brakes cuts the constant hum in the background off. “Ah, there’s a blockade. Look, I’ve got to go, but I’ll try to stay in contact.”
“Love you guys!” I shout through the radio, almost desperate to hear her voice one more time, but the click followed by static tells me Ever is already gone.
I release a shaky exhale, passing the radio off to Shade in a dreamlike state.
What am I going to do now?
I trudge behind the team as we return to the waterfall in a daze. The others are deep in conversation, but I can’t drag myself out of my own head. My thoughts are stammering, glitchy and disjointed as they race through my mind.
I try to unpick the information Everlyn provided in a logical manner, the way Shade would.
I’m dead.
Viper killed me.
Knox is dead.
Shade and Blaze are presumably listed as MIA or KIA, too.
The borders are breached.
Humans are infiltrating our land.
Barkrood Base is forfeit.
Soldiers are defecting.
Alphas are roaming unchecked and free.
And…
And worst of all…
General Stone has kidnapped my three best friends.
Chapter Sixty-Seven
Halley
We arrive at the waterfall, and the team wastes no time packing up supplies and disguising our campsite. In minutes, it barely looks like someone has been there.
Last night’s hope for our future feels so far away. We’d been almost giddy with anticipation. To finally break the sexual tension which had been building since my arrival.
It all seems silly now. Shortsighted and childish.
They were, what? Going to ask their commanding officer if it was okay to stick their dick in the Omega under their command?
And General Stone was going to be like, ‘Affirmative, Scorch Squad-1. Happy fucking’?
And I went along with it!
How was that any different from the Companionship Program? They’d treat me like a glorified toy, with no obligations.
I’m not their mate. I’m not anything to them but an inconvenience that needs to be fracked out of their system.
After everything I’ve sacrificed to escape that fate, cloistering myself away in what was akin to a prison, and I let it happen anyway.
