Page 10 of Knot my Alphas

My fingers wrap around one of Rita’s wrists and lock around it. Tightening my grip, I twist the joint until I hear a satisfying crack.

Smiling like a psycho, I step back while the woman howls.

My grin broadens as I watch her cradling the broken wrist. “I told you not to touch me,” I say in a low, icy tone.

Rita’s sister moves away from the bathtub and stalks toward me.

“You’re making a mistake, Mistress,” she says. “Master will punish you for hurting us.”

“Fuck that asshole.”

Rita gnashes her teeth at me. “How dare you insult him, omega?”

“What’re you going to do about it?” I say, giving her the middle finger.

Lisa raises a fist before her.

I stand my ground, waiting for her to get closer. The moment she’s in my range, I kick out at her knee.

“Argh!” Lisa spats, falling to the ground. Clutching her left knee, she curses at Rita. “Don’t stand there. Grab her!”

Rita lunges forward with her fist aimed at my stomach.

She’s quick but her agility is nothing compared to that of an alpha.I can deal with both of you, I think as a smirk crosses my lips.

I unleash the desperation that’s been trapped in my chest since the moment Callahan forced me inside that chopper. He’s responsible for hurting Julian and all the soldiers who’ve lost their lives tonight. I’ll never forgive him or the people who’ve sworn allegiance to a monster like him.

My vision turns red. I attack the sisters without remorse, administering lethal strikes that quickly immobilize them.

Within minutes, they’re on the ground and passed out completely. Ugly bruises mar their faces and arms but I feel neither guilt nor regret.

My chest rises and falls rapidly as I struggle to draw in enough breath. Water continues to gush into the bathtub. Soon, it’ll overflow and flood the bathroom floor.

Not bothering to switch off the water, I hurry out of the bathroom and close the door behind me.

My gaze swings around the room and falls on a cluster of chairs placed around a table. Hurrying forward, I grab a chair and drag it back to the bathroom door.

I position the edge of the backrest against the doorknob. The twin sisters will eventually be able to push the door open but it’ll take them some time to get out of there.

With Callahan gone and no one else standing in my way, I can get out of this manor. It’ll be a hard task to find my way back to Solveig Mansion but I’ll figure things out when I’ve escaped his hellish place.

I run toward the door but something in the corner of my eye stops me.

Halting, I look toward the spot that caught my attention.

A tall portrait hangs on the wall before me. The shadows cast by the chandelier make it difficult to make out the subject’s features.

I move closer toward it and find myself staring at a portrait of me in a fine champagne-hued gown. My golden hair is styled in thick, long curls that tumble past my shoulders.

“What the fuck...”

How the hell does Callahan have a portrait of me here?

My head tilts backward as I take a closer look at the painting. That’s when I notice the subject’s eyes. They’re blue and slightly upturned. There’s also a faint difference in the setting of our lips.

These differences are minuscule though. From a distance, the woman looks exactly like me.

I whirl around, taking note of the room for the first time.

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