Page 115 of Believe it or Knot

The pig tilts his head as he looks at me. “You aren’t an omega.”

Sadie snarls like it’s an insult when really it’s just the truth.

I shake my head. “No, I’m not. But they are. You’re handing them over to people who only see them as a way to make money, an answer to a problem that doesn’t exist. They’ve been through enough.”

I don’t know why, but they all laugh. And then the Pig steps forward. “Here’s the thing, little beta. We only see them as a way to make money.” He reaches out and pats my cheek. “We’ve been paid a lot of fucking money to deliver you, so that is what we’re going to do. What happens after is irrelevant.”

I swallow thickly and share a look with Sadie, only to whip my head around when Vee whimpers. “Sylvie,” I whisper, pulling at the ropes binding me, wanting to help her come to. Hoping it’ll be easier for her than it was for me.

I watch as she blinks at her thighs a few times, then pulls her head up with obvious difficulty, blurry hazel eyes meeting mine. “Sor? Wha-What’s happening?” Her arms jerk and a scowl forms on her face.

“A-fucking-gain?” she snarls, pulling her gaze from me to glare at the alphas still in the room with us. “Jesus, you just won’t give up, will you?” Her voice is dripping with more venom than I’ve ever heard it, but the words are slurred, a side effect from whatever they gave to the both of us.

“We aren’t keeping you,” bunny face says, sounding disappointed with the fact. “We’re merely the delivery boys.”

Sadie whistles. “Oh, honey. You call yourself a boy? How sad.”

I have no clue what she’s doing, how she’s so fucking fearless in the face of these strangers, these men that hold our lives in their hands. But then, that’s Sadie.

“Nothing personal, of course,” Pigman, who seems to be the leader, says. “Purely financial. We simply need money and the offer was too good to pass up.”

“Oh, of course, there’s nothing personal about kidnapping omegas, drugging them and tying them up,” I mutter.

Horseman runs his fingers over my cheek. “You aren’t an omega,” I’m reminded again, like I shouldn’t have a problem with this, because I’m a beta. I guess it’s fair though since I only used the word omega to remind these alphas of their instincts to protect and cherish the weaker designation.

The guy in the pig mask checks his watch, then glances over at the three other men. “Showtime. Take a picture and send it.”

The man in the sheep mask, the one that attacked me in the woods, pulls out a phone and takes a picture of the three of us bound to the chairs, glaring as best we can while drugged and bruised.

I make my tongue work, even though it still feels heavy in my mouth. “I thought you were sending us to Apex.”

“We are.”

I frown. “Then why are you sending a proof of life picture?”

The pigman chuckles. “Don’t get too excited. This isn’t going to any of your packs, or the police. It’s going to Apex to make sure we brought the correct merchandise before they pay us.”

His phone chimes and he glances down at the screen. Even though I can’t see his mouth, I just know he’s grinning. “Perfect.” He looks at the guy in the bunny mask. “Make sure we received the payment.”

He’s already nodding. “Yep. It’s there.”

“Well, ladies,” pigman says. “It’s been lovely. But this is where we take our leave of you.”

I frown, not understanding what is happening. They’re leaving us here? Alone?

Horse mask grins. “Don’t get too excited, beta. Someone will be along to collect you shortly. We just aren’t keen on waiting around for them to decide we’ve outgrown our usefulness.”

I nod slowly. Right.

“Makes sense,” Sadie all but snarls. “Apex is a bunch of shady dicks. Just like you. They’d probably kill you, huh?”

I tense, waiting for one of them to hurt her for her insolence or something, but they don’t. Instead, they just laugh. The one in the sheep mask shakes his head. “Fuck. I hope when we find our omega she’s like you. Sassy. Fearless.”

The three of us scowl at him. “I pity whatever poor soul gets stuck with you,” Vee murmurs, voice still slurred from the drugs.

“Don’t worry about it,” Sadie says, teeth snapping together with each angry word. “Assholes like them don’t get fated mates.”

“Sassy,” sheephead purrs as he ducks out the metal door.

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