“We?” Liam repeats, his eyebrows rising.
“Your turn, asshole. Look me in the eye and tell me you don’t love her too.”
Liam’s jaw works, but he doesn’t deny it.
“And if she doesn’t want anything to do with any of us?” Pierce asks, his voice small.
“Don’t care. We’re not leaving her there.”
Nobody moves, so I eat up the space between me and Pierce.
“Groveling is my least favorite thing you do on your knees.” I smirk. “You’re bad at it. Do you want to keep going or do you want to go get our girl?”
The way Pierce looks up at me, I finally understand the phrase “hangdog face.” I stick my hand out to him.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake. I forgive you. I’m not going to forget and we are definitely going to do a shit ton of therapy after this. Get up.”
“Yes, sir.” He leers at me, and I know Pierce is back.
Chapter fifty-one
ASH
“Youfuckingslut.”
Papa’s voice is just above a whisper, and that terrifies me more than if he was raging, pulling out his hair.
From just inside the doorway, he holds up a newspaper with a two-page spread titled “Hot Omegas on Ice.” My eyes lock on a photo of me and Beckett at the museum. My hair is thrown back in laughter, his arm is around my waist, and we look… happy.
“You lying little bitch. You think I wouldn’t find out? Explain this,” he demands, jabbing his finger against Beckett’s face so hard the paper tears slightly. “You’ve been fucking the hockey player? He has a pack, right? Pierce and Liam. They killed your brother. You thinking about that when they have their knots stuck in your dirty pussy?”
My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. The room seems to shrink around us, the walls pressingcloser.
“You better be making money on that and not getting dicked down for free”.
“What the fuck did you just say?” Estelle is still standing in the doorway of the bathroom, rage curling her lip.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Who am I? I am absolutely someone you should not be talking to like that.”
Oh, fuck.
“Tell your little friend to mind her own business while we discuss family matters.”
“Tell your shitbag father to shut the fuck up. We’re leaving.”
“She’s not going anywhere. Lynn belongs to me.”
“I don’t belong to anyone,” I blurt, my voice shaking. “Especially not you.”
“After everything I’ve done for you? I kept a roof over your head, food in your belly. I protected you after Reed died.”
“Protected me?” The words taste bitter. “Is that what you call it? You gave me to men twice my age for heat.” Shame floods me, dropping my voice to a squeaky whisper.
“Omegas need knots, don’t they? You were fine. I watched the whole time.”
“Papa! You… You watched.” I clamp my jaw shut, hoping that will keep me from throwing up.
