Page 4 of Knot All Is Ruined: Part 1

“So, breeder, are you ready to let us finish your exam?” Creepy asked with a challenge in his tone.

He wanted me to say no. The bastard liked to handle those of us too feral, as he called it. It gave him the excuse to exert what little power he had here in this building. Now that I’d had my time out and got my head right, I knew I couldn’t fight him. I had to be with the others. It was the only way I could protect them—they needed me.

“Yes, sir,” I said, even though the words tasted like acid in my mouth. “I’m sorry for my actions earlier.”

His whole body seemed to deflate at my submissive behavior. Seems I’d been right about him wanting me to fight back.

“Fine then, but I’m going to finish it here where you’re restrained for my safety,” he informed me.

My answer was to give a simple nod.

Humiliation burned in me almost as hot as my rage when he didn’t even bother to put on a pair of gloves. No, I was being punished, and he wanted me to react so badly that he didn’t even use any lube before he jammed a finger up inside me to poke around for far longer than was needed.

“You’re untouched,” he said, almost as if he was surprised. “Someone of your age, I would think, has been on her back for others already. Oscad makes no sense, they have all these Omegas and they just collect them to give away to others. Imagine the army you could provide for them if they filled your belly with a child as soon as you started your heats.”

“They have us on suppressors,” I said. “Some packs want their Omegas untouched.”

It was a lie, but he didn’t know that. Omegas were given an option when they reached their heat if they wanted to use medication, replacements, or one of the alpha staff members to relieve the symptoms of heat. Since I hadn’t had my first heat yet, there was no need to consider any of those options.

Creepy grumbled under his breath as he pulled out a needle and jammed it into my vein to take a blood sample. “You’ll remain here for the rest of the night. Can’t trust you to be in the room with the other girls. No telling what nonsense you might fill their heads with.”

I bit my lip so hard I made it bleed with the effort not to attack this fucking shitstain of a man. He wanted me to react, fight, curse him out, or do anything that gave him the grounds to discipline me. Sorry, dickhead, I wasn’t going to give you what you wanted, but I’m sure I’ve already marked myself as trouble, and it was going to land me in hell.

Sleeping with my arm chained to a wall was nearly impossible. I couldn’t even lie down. Turning to my right I and leaned against the wall pulling my knees to my chest and trying to keep what little body heat I could. The tile floor seemed to suck all the warmth right out of my ass, and the cinderblock wall didn’t help either. I must have dozed off at some point because I was awoken when the closet door crashed open.

Startled, I floundered about trying to remember where I was and why my whole body hurt. When I looked at the door, I instantly shrank away from the hulking beast of a man whose sharp green eyes examined me.

“This is the breeder who caused you so much trouble, Flavius?” the man asked, his deep voice sounding like gravel.

Creepy peered past the man’s arm to look at me. “Trust me, General, she's got a smart mouth and a nasty attitude. Attacked Bortolami when he tried to do her exam, kneed him right in the nose.”

Hearing this, the man sneered though I think it might have been an attempt at smiling. “So she’s got spirit for a breeder.”

“If that’s what you want to call it,” Creepy said with a sniff.

“Send her and the two others untouched to Qita, where Lucian and his men are. I think I might have finally found something that might get his cock hard,” General Boulder said, but who he was talking to, I wasn’t sure. “One damn son abandoned me. Let’s hope his half-brother didn’t inherit that bitch’s ideals like Savo did. Lucian just needs to provide his own heir, and I’ll be able to get a little more rest at night. If the line of succession is lost, then all hell breaks loose, and that’s just what President Dragomire wants.”

Stepping out of the doorway, there were two other men standing behind him. While they weren’t the same bulk as the General, they were muscled to the max. Both of them tried to enter the room, but it was too small for both to fit so one unchained me while the other tossed a pair of pants and a shirt at me.

“Get dressed, breeder.” One of them ordered. “We’re taking you to your new home, got to look presentable.”

Examining the clothes, I doubted that’s what they would accomplish—worn jeans that had random holes in them and a pale blue shirt with a weird black stain. Almost like someone had spilled ink on it and it never washed out. The jeans were too big and hung off my hips but they managed not to fall all the way off. Slipping the shirt over my head, I discovered it was a pretty snug fit that showed off my chest. A chest that I'd been overly blessed with, in my opinion. No matter how hard I tugged at it, I couldn't get it to cover my stomach, leaving me with a hand-width gap from my belly button to the top of the jeans.

I wasn’t a prude by any means, and I was thrilled to be out of the overly modest Care Center clothes, but this just made me feel vulnerable. I caught the way those two men leered at me as they dragged me out of the closet and down the hall. What did they care? I was a breeder to them. Only fit for laying on my back and getting pregnant to make them more soldiers. Barf.

When we made it down two flights of stairs back to that lobby area, I found Violet and Tori waiting there. Tori looked as though she’d been crying all night, and Violet’s eyes seemed hollow, as if she’d already given up hope. They perked up a little when they saw me but didn’t move from where they stood. They’d also been given different clothes that didn’t fit them though thankfully they were oversized since they were both short and rather thin.

Tori opened her mouth to say something, but I shook my head no. Now was not the time to speak, and I didn’t want these gorillas to know they were important to me. Her jaw snapped shut and she lifted her hand to her mouth to start chewing at her nails, a terrible habit they’d been attempting to train her out of.

These men didn’t seem to care either way as they gave their orders. “Let’s get a move on it. We’re the last ones to leave for our assignment, so get in the back of the truck and don’t give us any trouble, or you won’t be enjoying this long ride to Qita.”

One kept his hold on my arm as he practically dragged me to the beat-up truck. Dropping the tailgate, he grabbed my hips and chucked me in. I stumbled forward and caught myself on the back of the cab.

“Put the cuffs on,” he ordered.

Laying there were metal cuffs that had short chains attached to the side of the truck bed. Clearly, they’ve had people jump out of here before and used this to deter them from making that leap. When I hesitated, he pulled out a device and pushed the button sending an arc of electricity between two points.

“Do as you’re told, or I’ll tase your ass, breeder. The doc might like to use his hands but one zap from this, and you’ll be wishing it was him instead of me,” he threatened.