My senses are on overload. There are too many scents- bergamot, lavender, cocoa, chocolate. Too many alphas. Too many knots for me to have, yet no one’s giving them to me.
“Knots, please I need knots,” I whine, trying desperately to ease the ache between my legs.
“What the fuck did you do to my sister?” my brother shouts, just before I hear the crushing sound of skin hitting skin. My mind tells me it’s Storm throwing the punches, but the haze won’t let me believe it.
That’s not right. He’s not here. Storm doesn’t know where I am. It’s just the haze. “Alpha,” I whine, my hand moving to my pussy as I begin to rub my clit, anything to ease the burn between my thighs. I need an alpha to sink his cock back inside me, giving me a knot that I’ll be sick over once this haze lifts.
“You’re nothing, little alpha boy,” Miles’ deep voice rumbles, anger bursting from him.
“Little alpha. Took care of that asshole bleeding out on the floor,” Storm taunts him.
My body screams at me, begging to have what it’s being deprived of. A sharp cramp explodes in my stomach and I roll to the side in agony, crying out for someone, anyone as my hand continues to rub feverishly against my clit.
So many scents. None of them are right. Only one familiar. My mind can’t process what’s happening.
Shouting rips through the air, rough and jagged. Then a hard slam shakes the floor like someone hit the ground. Fear rushes through me, and I try to crawl away, but every move sends another wave of pain rolling through me.
I blink, but the haze won’t lift. Shapes smear, faces blur. I can’t tell who’s who — the room’s a mess and my brother’s somewhere in the middle of it. Boots scrape the floor.
Voices coil and mash together, some low and guttural, some high and strained. They all blend until I can’t pull anything out.
A grunt cuts through, wet and sharp, then the dull smack of a fist on flesh. My stomach knots at the sound — I hate the violence spilling around me. I try to crawl away, but the chain rattles on the floor and there’s nowhere to go. I’m trapped..
“Get my sister out of here.” Storm’s voice rises above all the others.
Another shout answers, too close. Fear vibrates in my chest, and I scoot back away from it.
The smell hits me next; sweet, chocolately, but not an alpha.
Omega.
“Shh, River, my name is Torin. I’m a friend of your brother’s and I’m here to help you.”
“No, get away. They're my alphas. I need their knots.” Bile rises in my throat at proclaiming them as mine. But my body so desperately needs them.
“I know,” he whispers softly. “But it’s a little crazy in here right now, and I don’t want you to get hurt. Let me help you get out of here.”
He’s lying.Torin wants them. But I want to leave, to escape from this place that I don’t belong.
“I can’t.” My hand reaches down, taking hold of the chain and holding it up for him to see.
“Fuck,” he curses. “We have a problem. I need a key,” he shouts to someone. “We need to get some clothes on you so I can get you out of here.” I can hear the words. See his lips moving, but I’m not able to process anything. “Don’t move. Stay right here.” He stands and rushes away from me.
I curl into myself, dragging my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them tightly. My head is throbbing, and I close my eyes, pressing them tightly together, trying to escape to anywhere but here. My haze continues to rage, even with the chaos happening around me. I know when it’s over, my sweet brother will be dead, and it will be my fault.
Each shout, crash, and grunt embeds itself into me until my mind is nothing but splinters. I move my hands to cover my ears, squeezing my eyes tighter, wishing the darkness behind them would swallow everything whole.
But it doesn’t. When I open them all I see is a hazy chaos. Men, and then my brother entangled with Miles, blood covering both of them. Tears burst forth, and before I can even wipe them away, the omega is back in front of me.
“We can’t find the key, but I can cut the chain and then I’m carrying you out of here. Everything is going to be okay.” He tries to reassure me.
He turns his back to me, something metal in his hands. A sudden, hardcrackrips through the air. The sound is compact and violent, like a bone cracking.
“Okay.” His breathing is labored as he moves back to me, pulling the shirt over his head and putting it on me. I fight him, not wanting the scent of another omega on me.
“No,” I cry, my arms reaching out trying to remove the wretched clothing from my body. “I want my alphas,” I whine, trying to crawl away from him and get to them so they can ease my pain with their knots.
“Get her the fuck out of here, Torin,” my brother's angry, labored voice shouts.
