Page 129 of Knot my Alphas

A howl escapes Callahan as he rears back, protectively shielding his face with his hands.

I march forward, intent on landing another lethal kick at him but he grabs my leg just as it’s about to hit him.

“How dare you?!” he roars as streams of blood flow down his damaged, broken nose.

My body twists despite him grabbing onto my right leg. With a lightning-fast move, I use my elbow to attack his neck.

His hold loosens as he stumbles backward.

I’m able to retract my leg but Callahan’s panting like a bull now. Rage descends into his black eyes as he focuses all his attention on me.

I’ve injured him but it hasn’t been enough to knock him out.

Stepping back, I kick off my heeled shoes and raise my fists before me.

“You’re very daring,” Callahan hisses through clenched teeth. “How dare you forget I’m your master?!”

A scoff escapes me. “Master? You fucking killed my parents, you disgusting monster!”

“So, you know.”

“I know more than you could imagine,” I say.

“And, what good has that done to you?” he says as blood drips down his chin and spatters his stark white shirt. “You haven’t been able to stop me. And. You. Never. Will.” He takes a step toward me with each word. “No one can stop me.”

I lash out, but he grabs my wrist before I can punch him in the face.

Not losing my calm, I use his hard grip to propel myself up his tall frame, almost monkey-climbing him. He’s forced to let go of me, allowing me to settle over his shoulders.

Callahan’s tall height and my small frame make me look like a kid who’s perched on her dad’s shoulders.

“Ugh!” I mutter, erasing that thought from my head.

Callahan jerks his body forward, trying to throw me off him but I wrap my thighs tightly around his neck and hold on to his head.

“Get off me, bitch!” he screams, colliding with the wall in an effort to throw me off.

Pain flares through my back but I refuse to let go, holding onto him like an octopus with my arms and legs.

“I will break your bones and your spirit, omega,” he roars, his voice echoing around the closed bathroom.

“Not before I bust your balls, you fucking asshole,” I shout back.

In his madness, he knocks against the sink.

My raised height gives me a glimpse of the wooden rack that hangs over the sink. Tall ceramic bottles containing liquid soap and shampoo line the top.

I grab one of them as Callahan desperately tries to get me off him.

My fingers tighten around the heavy ceramic soap dispenser as I raise my hand and bring it crashing down on Callahan’s head.

Another howl echoes through the bathroom as the porcelain bottle shatters. Blood mixes with the creamy soapy liquid as it drips down his head.

I quickly grab another one and repeat the action.

Callahan’s knees finally fold.

I jump off just as his heavy mass hits the floor.

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