Page 70 of Knot Forever

“You’re not in charge anymore, Adam,” Julian turns back to me, and I choke as his hand connects with the left side of my face, sending burning pain radiating across my cheek. “You were a weak alpha, and we lost everything. We’re doing this my way now.”

I turn blurry eyes to him as he leans in. “We’re leaving soon, Nova. You’re coming on a little trip with us.”

“This is suicide,” Adam croaks. “We need to dump her.”

“We will. Eventually.” Julian strokes his hand right over my throbbing skin, pushing his finger into it. “I want my pound of flesh, first. Going to take it from you, Nova, strip it from your skin as you scream for me.”

He moves behind me, and I stop breathing altogether as a sharp edge pushes under my chin. “You’re gonna bleed so sweetly,” he whispers, nuzzling my face. “I’m going to slice you up while you’re locked on my knot, begging for your life.”

My eyes move to Adam. He’s hovering by the door, looking sick as he stares at Julian. Looks like he’s just realizing who he’s allowed into his pack.

But as he turns away, I know he’s not going to help.

My only hope is my pack. But as the knife trails across my throat, leaving a stinging line of pain in its wake, dread settles into me.

There might not be much of me left to find.

Chapter thirty-two – Seth

Raw,clawingfurytwistsin my chest as I take a right turn, my tires squealing.

I’m going to fucking rip Adam Williams’s head from his shoulders. Not his second, though. That fucker deserves a slow death.

If Nova—

My roar fills the car as I smash my hand into the steering wheel.

She’s fine. She has to be fine.

I can’t breathe without her. Even now, it claws at my throat, closing up my airways like she’s the fucking oxygen I need to breathe.

My stomach jumped into my fucking throat when I walked into the kitchen and saw her note on the side. And when Asher told me about the image… they’re dead men. Both of them.

The whole fucking pack burns. After today, the Williams pack will no longer exist, and may they burn in fucking hell.

Those thoughts are the only ones that keep me upright as I pull up outside the address we tracked, thanks to a contact in the NYPD. Asher and Marcus pull up at the same time, and I check my gun, slipping extra cartridges into my pocket.

“Police support?” Asher asks. His face is grim as he fixes his gaze on the crappy, dilapidated building. Marcus doesn’t even look at me, his face stoic.

“I pulled them back. They’ll come if we call, but I don’t want eyes on this.”

Because we’re going to paint the walls red with their blood.

Asher nods. “Check the boundaries. Any additional exits.”

“They’re basement level.” I reel off the information Martin gave to me, information that could save Nova’s life if we need to move quickly.

We separate. There’s no security cameras in sight, thanks to the shitty location. One less barrier in my way as I cross to the door, testing it just in case. It’s locked, and I stay close to the peeling blue walls as I shift along until I reach the small window. It’s set low to the ground, indicating basement level, and as I ease myself down, I pray that I see her, that she’s fine and uninjured.

There’s no sign of Nova, but a familiar figure comes stalking out of a back room. Adam Williams looks like he’s about to be sick as he grabs a bottle of cheap scotch, popping the lid and drinking deeply before he turns to look back at the door.

I make my way around the building, searching for another window, but there’s nothing.

But our omega is in that back room, Fuck, I can almost feel her.

We’re coming, baby.

As I loop back, Asher and Marcus are doing the same.

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