Page 61 of Knot Ruined

The men in this building made the mistake of taking what belonged to us.

Now they get to die for it.

Kingston’s raised fist halts us instantly, and the group stills as one. Every muscle in my body locks, my focus tunneling to the large guard standing in the open doorway ahead. His broad back blocks my view, but I can see the heavy metal door propped wide open, leading into whatever hell Fallon has been trapped in. My grip tightens around the knife in my hand, my pulse thundering in my ears. Every part of me is screaming to move—kill, reclaim, destroy—but I force myself to wait, to listen.

A laugh rings out from inside the room, sharp, fearless, and dripping in mockery. My breath catches, something in my chest snapping loose. Fallon. My omega. She’s alive. And from the sound of it, she’s pissed as hell.

“I feel so bad for you,” she drawls, voice rich with amusement and not a damn ounce of fear.

The guard stiffens, his boots scraping slightly against the floor. “What the fuck are you talking about, omega?” His tone is gruff and agitated.

“You know I’m married to the Rosetti pack, right?” She lets the words hang, and my lips curl at the cocky edge in her voice. That’s my girl.

A beat of silence. Then, ever so slightly, the guard tenses.

Fallon chuckles darkly. “Or did your bitch of a boss forget to mention that?”

The scent of his unease reaches me, sour and growing stronger by the second.

“You really should just let us go,” she continues smoothly, her words light but laced with venom. “Because the moment my pack finds you, they’ll slit your throat without hesitation.”

I can almost hear the smirk in her voice, and I can see that fire blazing in her wild blue eyes, even from here.

The guard growls a curse, shifting his weight as if considering his options, but Fallon only laughs louder, boldly mocking him. “Oh, did that upset you? Poor baby.” There’s a cruel, amused lilt to her voice that has my blood rushing hot. “Do you really think I’m lying? My pack will come, and you’ll pray for mercy when they do. But you won’t get it.”

That’s it.

That’s my fucking cue.

Kingston’s sharp gaze snaps to mine, already knowing I’ve reached my limit. He gives me a single, short nod.

Soundless as a shadow, I move.

The guard doesn’t even register my presence until my blade is at his throat.

He tries to suck in a breath, but it’s already too late. With a swift, brutal drag, I open his jugular, and warm blood sprays in a sharp arc, splattering across the room. His body hits the ground in a wet heap.

And then I see her.

Fallon stands in the center of the filthy space, the smear of fresh blood painting her pale skin and tattered clothes. Her blue hair is tangled and wild, but those bright eyes—those fierce, alive eyes—lock onto mine.

Shock flickers across her face for a split second, but then, she laughs.

Not just any laugh—triumphant. Wild. Victorious.

She looks at the dead guard crumpled at my feet and smirks, breathless and defiant. “Told you so.”

My last shred of restraint shatters.

In two strides, I reach her, yanking her into my arms, crushing her against me. My body trembles, my mind fraying at the edges as I inhale her scent—honeyed peaches, thick and intoxicating, cutting through the stench of this place. She’s real. She’s breathing. She’s here.

I cup the back of her head, tilting her face up to mine before claiming her mouth in a bruising, desperate kiss. A choked sound escapes her, and then she’s kissing me back just as fiercely, her fingers fisting in my blood-soaked shirt, pulling me closer instead of pushing me away.

She tastes like fire and salvation.

Her nails scrape against my scalp, making me growl into her mouth. I don’t care that we’re standing in a room full of hostages. I don’t care that there’s blood on the floor, that my hands are still stained red. All I care about is her.

Her body presses against mine, warm and solid, proof that she’s alive, and for the first time in days, I fucking breathe.

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