Page 16 of Knot my Alphas

A groan escapes him, followed by a growl. “Don’t move,” he barks, injecting fierce dominance in his voice. “Do you think your fight will deter me? No, sweetheart. It only makes me want you more.

“I’m your daughter’s age,” I shout, hating the way my body has gone limp. “If you’re telling the truth, I’m the daughter of the woman you loved. How can you treat me so cruelly? How can you be so disgusting?”

“You’ve not been trained by omega instructors,” Callahan says in a deceptively gentle voice. “The first thing every omega needs to understand is that they’re ripe for the taking by the strongest alpha. I’ve won you fair and square. The Solveigs might’ve been able to buy you off your family, but I’ve attained the right to make you mine.”

“My family didn’t sell me off!”

“Didn’t they? They left you behind for them to take.” He chuckles while his eyes remain cold. “Your parents knew they were handing an omega to the Solveigs. They were clever enough to follow the rules of the agreement.”

Holding onto my hips, he jerks me against him.

The hardness in the front of his trousers hits my belly. “Stop it!” I shout, desperate to get away from him.

“Accept your fate, Rose.”

“Stop calling me that! My name’s Iris.”

“But you smell like a rose,” he says, pressing his cold lips on my cheek. “I can’t wait to taste your sweetness.”

I want to knee him in his junk but my stupid omega instincts rebel against disobeying his direct order. Disgust rises inside me as his hands move down to cup my ass.

“I wanted to wait until your heat arrived,” he murmurs against my ear while his hands gently knead my ass cheeks. “I thought I was strong enough but your scent is too addictive. My teeth are aching for a bite. I must have you tonight.”

Fear floods my veins at his words. “You could kill me,” I say in a barely audible voice.

“Are you worried your heat’s not here yet?”

I nod. “I’m not ready. So, please let me go.”

“I’m prepared for it, my rose,” he says. “Leave it all to me.”

“What are you talking about?”

He clasps my hand and drags me toward the bed.

“This is the same bed Rosamond slept in,” he says, pushing me onto the cot. “I’m glad Rita and Lisa prepared it for us tonight.” His gaze roves over me and a disapproving frown comes over his face. “Why haven’t they bathed you yet?”

“Don’t you want me clean and smelling fresh?” I ask, desperately trying to find an excuse to get Callahan off me.

“Perhaps, it’s my fault,” he says. “I barely gave them any time to prepare you. Knowing you’re up here, I couldn’t control my need to see you and touch you. They’ll have to come back for you in the morning.”

He has no idea that his beta slaves are currently passed out in the bathroom.

“It doesn’t matter if you have the scent of another man on you,” he says. “I’ll flood your sweet pussy with my essence over and over again until your pores are soaked with my pheromones. You’ll be mine and mine alone.”

“No,” I say, trying to sit up.

Callahan pushes me back on the bed and climbs on top of me. “Stop resisting me,” he growls.

A heavy veil of compulsion settles over me, draining my strength away.

“That’s a good omega,” he says, smiling. “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll take care of you.”

Reaching inside his pocket, he brings out a syringe and a tiny vial of a purple liquid. Ripping off the plastic wrappings, he adjusts the needle and draws out the liquid inside the barrel.

“What is that?” I ask in a choked voice.

“It’s a synthetic drug that will bring on your heat,” he says, eyeing the syringe closely. “Don’t worry, sweet rose. My bite will bring you the greatest pleasure.”

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