Page 188 of Knot Their Omega

There’s something deep in my heart that rebukes that idea.

I bite my lip, realizing I need more time.

Rushing to the door, I quietly lock it while I let out a few grunts.

“Fuck, man. Give me at least ten more minutes.”

“Ten?” I overhear Alvin’s laugh. “Making her nice and wet for us, Nate?”

“Yeah, yeah!” I cringe at his words while I’m fumbling to pull out my phone. I don’t know if the service is still working because I couldn’t even pay the fucking bill, but I still have a few bucks left when it used to be a pay-as-you-go line. “Let me make sure she’s nice and ready.”

“Alright, man,” Chris encourages. “Heck, we’ll give you fifteen since you’ve been such a champ for us.”

“Yeah! Let him take his time and enjoy,” Alvin agrees, the two of them laughing like the sick bastards they are.

It makes my stomach churn while I fight the tears forming in my eyes.

This is all wrong.

This isn’t how shit was supposed to end.

“Thanks!” I choke out, which works in my favor since it makes me sound like I’m struggling to get through a rut.

Their laughter trails behind me as I rush back to Astraea. She still looks miserable, but I need to figure out a way to get her out of here before these fuckers have their way. I fumble with the screen as I rush to the washroom and quickly close the door so no one hears my rushed words.

“Please, please, pick up.”

I’m calling the one person I know, no matter what, will pick up my phone.

Even if he hates me down to his core.

“Please! I beg you, pick up!” I beg the phone just as the line blares to life.

“Nate. Not no?—”

“ASTRAEA’S HERE!” I stress with urgency, trying not to sound so loud but unable to hide my panic and distress. “Nathaníel, listen. I didn’t do it. I didn’t know! I… I need help now! Only fifteen minutes! They’re gonna fucking rape her in fifteen minutes!”

The dead silence that follows my words makes me panic even harder as I pace like a crazed fucker.

“I didn’t know! I was getting chemo when Alvin and Chris called and said there was a helicopter for me. Brought me to this fancy warehouse place. It’s guarded up. Tall, big-ass bodyguards in black suits. When I entered, there were two other packs here. I don’t fucking remember their names. They’re in alliance with the Rosedale pack, even though they didn’t do shit when they were bankrupt.” I’m talking so fast, I can only hope they can understand me.

“They’re all here. Fucking twenty-plus dudes. Maybe thirty… I didn’t count. I couldn’t. I-I-I just walked in, and Alvinand Chris were telling me I should go first because of the resemblance.”

I try not to fully panic, feeling how hard it is to breathe, but knowing down in my soul I can’t pass out here. I have to do one fucking good thing in my life and try to get this Omega out of this situation.

Yes, I hated her.

I despised that she walked into our lives and was able to sweep my friends from under their feet.

But it was more than that.

I envied her. Was jealous she could read every one of them. She could see and accept their flaws and how effortless it was to understand them.

She could speak the language I felt was so hard for me to understand and express. To get them to open up and excel in this life while I felt left behind in the same spot I was when she arrived.

I didn’t want to accept the truth that she could probably help me if I let her, and I fucking regret it now. I sat in my hospital bed, realizing if she knew I was getting treatment, she would have come and sat at my bedside, even if I was the villain in all of this.

She would have brought everyone together to support me, no matter our differences.

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