Page 49 of A Knotty Road Trip

“Oh, you found your scent match? Beckett,” she squeals, and Tate shakes his head, causing her to frown.

“We don’t know who she truly is yet, Merry, so bring down the excitement,” he grumbles, and I’ve had it. I warned him.

Lifting my hand I slam it on his cock, and he groans, slipping off the chair and onto the floor.

I ignore him as he apologizes and grovels at my feet. Curled into the fetal position is where Angel finds him.

“Kept talking shit about Belle, didn’t you?” he asks, putting his taser and a few other things in a backpack.

Tate groans, and I sigh. “This isn’t working. Someone must have found the tracker, but that’s insane. Rich is the one who gave them to me. They are supposed to be untraceable,” I groan, gripping my hair and pulling tight.

“Fuck!” I roar, and Merry snatches her tablet before I can smash it. I have a tendency to throw electronics.

Dropping my head into my hands, I let myself break. “This was my last chance. What do we do now?” I cry, and Tate crawls up off the floor and wraps his arms around me.

I shift to face him. “I’m still mad at you,” I grumble, and he nods.

“I know, baby, but you need me right now, and if Angel tries to comfort you, I will knot punch him,” he mutters, and I crack a smile. Merry hands me some tissues, and she frowns.

“Do you know Belle’s name? Her full name? Her address? Who her father is?” she asks, and I shake my head.

“My father has security at her home, but we don’t know if she’s even there, and the undercover guards can’t get into the gate. Her house is locked up tighter than an impenetrable prison,” Tate says, rubbing my back and purring.

I’m starting to calm down, but I still ache for her. My Belle. My omega.

“Fuck, no wonder Belle hated being there so much,” Angel mutters, and I nod, sighing.

“So what do we do next?” I ask, and Tate’s phone rings. He lets me go and digs into his pocket, answering just in time.

He talks to his dad for a few minutes, and I watch as his face becomes pale.

“Yes, I’ll be there,” he mumbles, then hangs up and turns to me.

“I guess we have to hope my father came through, and Belle is the one I’m supposed to marry… tomorrow.”

BELLE

Paul comes back to get me this time with Kella in tow. “Ah, hi, Sis,” she coos, then smirks when she sees how much of a mess I am. “Aww did you get your wittle omega heart broken,” she baby talks to me, and I want to punch her in her fake nose, but that will just make things worse.

“I don’t feel very good, Kella. Please leave,” I whisper, and she scoffs, moving closer to me. Grabbing me by the hair, she pulls me from my window seat and over to the door.

“Kella, stop, fuck, ow,” I scream, but she continues to drag me over the carpet as it burns my naked thighs, and down the hall.

“Please. I’ll walk. Please stop,” I cry, and she huffs.

“Such a fucking weakling. Mother should have aborted you. Omega trash,” she sneers, and my eyes burn for another reason now.

I should be used to this treatment. I have dealt with it ever since I turned sixteen, and woke up in a bed of slick. My maid gave me eyes of pity and ran to tell my mother. She was all too pleased, talking about the payout she would get for my worthless cunt.

“Kella! What is all this racket?” my mother shouts, coming around the corner. She has a martini in her hand and her hazel eyes are already glassy. “Oh honey, don’t waste your time on her. Come, dinner is ready.”

She holds her hand out for Kella and my sister, the peach that she is, gives me a kick in the ribs for good measure, before dropping low to whisper in my ear.

“Buckle up, Sis, father is angry and can’t wait to put you in your place. You should have stayed in Connecticut.”

After she leaves, Paul offers me a hand and has the decency to avoid my eyes as I stand, clutching my side.

“Has it always been this bad?” he asks, and I lift my eyes to his.

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