Page 57 of Knot Ruined

“I think they just dragged us in here,” I say, my voice shaky with residual fear. Violet nods slowly, relief apparent in her wide eyes.

Taking a steadying breath, I straighten my shoulders, forcing confidence into my voice even though my insides still churn violently. “Vi, it’s going to be okay. My pack—they’ll find us. They won't rest until they do. Plus, I can’t forgive them if they don’t.”

Violet stares at me, the uncertainty in her gaze slowly giving way to fierce determination. She nods firmly, squeezing my hand so tightly it almost hurts. “Of course they will. Those men would burn down the entire world to get you back.”

Her certainty bolsters me, chasing away the last threads of doubt. I hold onto her hand, anchoring myself in her belief, and turn to the terrified group of omegas across the room. They're watching us anxiously, huddled so tightly together it seems as though they’re trying to become one entity.

I soften my expression, taking a cautious step toward them. “Hey,” I say gently, crouching slightly to make myself less threatening. “I’m Fallon. This is my friend, Violet. We’re going to find a way out of here, okay?”

They exchange wary looks. Fear etched into every tired face before one of them—a thin young man with messy, tangled blond hair and dark bruises shadowing his pale cheek—clears his throat. His voice is hesitant, trembling, barely audible in the oppressive silence. “Y-your pack…do you really think they’ll find us? Are they that powerful?”

I offer him a reassuring smile, hoping to calm some of the fear radiating from him. “They are. Believe me—they won’t stop until they do.”

He swallows hard, eyes darting anxiously between Violet and me as though trying to assess whether we’re telling the truth. “Who’s your pack?”

Pride swells in my chest, momentarily overwhelming the fear clawing at my gut. “I’m married to the Rosetti pack.”

A wave of shocked recognition sweeps through the small group. Wide-eyed stares meet mine, disbelief giving way to cautious hope. The blond omega’s jaw goes slack, and a girl with auburn hair and hollow, sunken eyes shifts closer to him, grabbing his arm.

“The Rosetti pack?” she whispers in disbelief. Her voice trembles with awe and a hint of desperation. “Like—the Rosetti Grey Solutions pack?”

Chapter Fourteen

Fallon

April 15th,by now

time unknown

I almost laugh at that but nod gently instead. “Yes, exactly them. And believe me, if anyone can find us, it's them. I promise. They have already rescued quite a lot of omegas and shut down holding houses.”

The blond male omega nods shakily, visibly trying to steady himself as he introduces himself. “I’m Elias,” he murmurs, then gestures weakly toward the auburn-haired girl. “This is Paige.” Paige manages a timid wave. He continues, pointing out each of the others, in turn—a quiet girl named Ana with dark curls and a redhead with a nasty cut across her cheek named Sophia. They all look back at me with varying degrees of hope and exhaustion.

“You said your pack has already rescued others?” Paige asks softly, eyes wide with cautious curiosity.

I nod, forcing confidence into my tone. “Yes, in the last month, we’ve found and rescued omegas from three different locations around the city.”

Elias's eyes widen suddenly as if connecting dots in his mind. “Wait, that was you? A guard was talking on the phone outside our room maybe a week or so ago. He was terrified and said someone was ‘picking off locations’ around the city. They thought it was another mafia group moving in on their territory.”

This time, I laugh softly and bitterly, amused despite the situation. “No mafia. Just my very determined husbands.”

The omegas exchange hesitant glances, hope cautiously taking root in their weary faces.

I take a deep breath, steadying myself, before turning to Violet, who’s watching me with a quiet fierceness. “All right. First things first. We have to figure out if there's any way out of here.”

Violet nods firmly, already gathering herself. She’s pale, bruised, and shaken—but the spark in her eyes tells me she's far from defeated. We share a look, both understanding that we’ll face it together whatever comes next.

With a surge of determination, I step toward the door, ready to find any weakness we can exploit. My pack will find us, but I’m not about to sit helplessly and wait.

Reaching out, I twist the handle—locked. Of course, it is.

Frustration surges through me, white-hot and suffocating. I clench my jaw, exhaling sharply through my nose before turning to Violet. “Vi, please, tell me you’ve got a bobby pin on you.”

She’s already patting herself down, fingers searching every pocket—pockets we both know are empty. Her lips press into a grim line before she sighs, meeting my gaze with an apologetic wince. “Sorry, Fallon. Nothing.”

“Fuck.” The curse leaves my lips like a growl, followed immediately by a low, rapid stream of obscenities that would probably earn a round of applause from Voss. I press my fingers against my temples, trying to push away the lingering fog of the drug. Panic is a luxury I can’t afford right now.

I take a steadying breath, inhaling sharply through my nose—still sore as hell, but at least functional—and exhaling slowly through my mouth. Get it together. A locked door isn’t the end. We’ve faced worse.

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