I don’t have any use of my hands, so I start to move my head, gagging and crying the entire time.
“Fuck our omega, Marcus. Give her your knot, then mark her for your fallen pack members.”
My eyes go wide when Marcus thrusts his cock into me, my pussy clamping down on it, taking his knot.
I hate myself for wanting it. Needing it. All while despising what’s happening to me at the same time. The guilt is unbearable.
There’s only one thing I want now.
I want to die. Please let me die.
***
Torin
My eyes flutter open, exchanging one darkness for another. The floor beneath me is hard—wood maybe—and my body aches from head to toe. I try to move, but I can’t. My hands are tied together. My head is throbbing, and the taste of copper is thick in my mouth. It takes me a minute to piece together how I ended up here. Then the details begin to spring forward, piece by piece—the doorbell, the men who shouldn’t be here, the pain—reminding me of everything that took place just before my world went black.
River!
She’s my priority right now. I need to find her. Save her.
I shift my body, and the rope slips just a little on my arm, brushing against my wrists, burning them with the movement. I let out a sigh of relief when I realize they’re not really tight. Whoever tied up my hands didn’t know what the hell they were doing. After a few careful twists, the knot gives way, frayed and useless. I pull my hands free, flexing my fingers as sensation prickles back into them.
Standing up, I take hold of the closet door, cringing when it lets out a creak that feels like it echoes through the house. I freeze, angling my head toward the opening to listen for any clue of sound—nothing. I step out, carefully placing my foot on the tile floor, making sure not to make a sound, my heart and head pounding with every step I take.
Reaching up, I wipe my forearm across my forehead, blood smearing across my arm, warm against my skin. I’m bleeding, but there isn’t time to care. River’s out there, and she’s alone with those fucking bastards. Guilt consumes me. I promised her—I swore to her—that I’d keep her safe. That there was no way anything bad could happen to her. And in one swift moment, that all fell to shit.
Heatwave.
I don’t know what the fuck happened—if they sent the wrong pack—but once she’s safe, heads are going to fucking roll.
I move swiftly across the living room, my head constantly scanning for danger as I make my way to the kitchen. I need a weapon, and this is closer in the direction I need to go than the bedroom.
When I reach the kitchen, my gaze darts to the counter, searching. A glint of metal catches my attention—a butcher knife resting in the wooden block by the stove. I grab it, the weight solid and cold in my hand. While a gun would’ve been better, this will work as well.
Leaving the kitchen, I move down the hallway, straight to the door at the end that leads to the nest. The shadows stretch long and thin beneath the faint light spilling out from the bathroom. My heart thuds, pounding against my ribcage in a rhythmic beat, edging my anxiousness about what I’ll find on the other side of the door.
What if she isn’t there? In the time I’ve been out, they could’ve taken her and left. Guilt burns deep in my chest, twisting into something darker. She’s already been through so much. Endured more than any person should ever have to. I told her she had nothing to worry about, and now those words, that promise, are nothing but a lie.
When I reach the door, I stop, taking a moment to take a breath and clear my mind. I need to be focused on whatever is happening on the other side. River’s safety is my priority.
“Please be in there,” I whisper, knowing that if she is, something terrible is already happening to her. But being here means we can save her, versus if they’d taken her from thehouse. We would find her. It would just take time that we don’t have to spare.
I take hold of the knob, and it turns with ease. Pushing it in, I want to puke at the sight before me. River is on the bed as the scumbag alphas are lost in a rut. While I hate what’s happening to her, it does give me the opportunity to surprise them.
I count to three, then charge. The dark haired one is my first target. His back is to me, and he’s clueless about my presence. Jumping onto the nest, I wrap my arm around his chest, holding him firm against me as I reach around with the butcher knife and slice his throat from ear to ear.
He begins to choke as blood pours from his neck.
The blond alpha has his cock in River’s mouth. I take that back, she’s panicked and has clamped down on his shaft, before finally letting go and screaming as the dark haired alpha falls forward onto her.
Jumping off the bed I grab hold of his shoulder, pulling him so hard that he falls backward off the nest and onto the floor. He tries to crawl away, a hand clutching his bloody appendage. Dropping down onto him, I straddle his body, stabbing him repeatedly in the back.
He’s a crying mess as I twist my body and slice through each of his Achilles tendons. No way in hell is this fucker getting away. He’s going to die in a pool of his own blood.
“But you’re just an omega,” the blond one whines.
“Yeah, I know I am.” It’s the last sound he hears as I take hold of his hair, pulling his head back and slicing his throat.
