Page 72 of Knot Ruined

“I had some searches programmed to tag any mentions of our trigger words: missing omegas, kidnapping, trafficking,” I explain rapidly, fingers flying over my keyboard as the information flashes vividly on the screen. “I found multiple references to auctions happening in discreet locations. They’re auctioning off omegas like merchandise.”

The reaction is instant. Fallon’s voice cracks through the room, sharp and powerful. “Auctions?” She practically spits the word, anger making her voice tremble with fury. Her petite frame radiates such strength and rage it sends chills down my spine. “They’re auctioning off omegas like fucking animals?”

“Yes, Little Love,” I say gently, my voice softening instinctively. “And there’s more.” Her eyes meet mine, fierce yet vulnerable. “I found Marline. She’s been hiding in plain sight, right under our noses.”

Fallon’s expression transforms instantly—her eyes darkening, the sapphire turning to ice, a cruel smile pulling at her lips. It’s so beautifully deadly I instantly go rock hard, my cock painfully pressing against the zipper of my jeans. Before I realize it, I’m reaching for her, pulling her flush against my chest, crushing my lips to hers in a bruising, possessive kiss. She moans softly, nails digging into my shoulders as she kisses me back hungrily.

When we finally break apart, both breathless and panting, her gaze sweeps across all of us, her voice dropping low and lethal. “The next time we fuck, we’ll be covered in that bitch’s blood.”

Her words slice through the tension, sharp and deliciously violent. Without another word, Fallon strides confidently from the room, head held high, shoulders squared like the queen she is.

The door clicks shut behind her, and we’re left standing in stunned silence. Voss growls deeply, visibly aroused and adjusting himself in his too-tight black jeans, eyes wild. “Fuck, that’s our Queen,” he snarls appreciatively.

Kingston huffs a dark laugh, shaking his head as he reaches for his jacket, slipping effortlessly back into his role as leader. “Romano, send us Marline’s location. Now.”

I nod sharply, typing the information swiftly, knowing exactly what fate awaits her at the hands of my brothers. I don’t envy her. Jace claps me on the shoulder, giving me a firm squeeze. “Good work, brother.”

They head out, already shifting into the deadly, efficient hunters they are, the door slamming firmly behind them. Alone now, I glance down, rubbing my hand over my erection through my jeans, smirking ruefully.

Damn right she’s our Queen. And I wouldn’t have her any other way.

Epilogue

Jace

May 18th

10:23 P.M

It took almost two days of patient, precise surveillance to finally catch Marline. She’d been hiding like a rat, scrambling from hole to hole, never staying long enough for us to get a grip on her movements. But tonight, her luck ran dry. I caught her trying to sneak back into her shitty little motel room. The look of shock and pure terror in her eyes when I grabbed her was fucking satisfying.

Now, I storm into the familiar shadows of our pit with Marline thrown unceremoniously over my shoulder like worthless trash. She squirms frantically, thrashing against me, but her hands are tightly bound behind her back, and the rag muffles her screams stuffed roughly into her mouth. She’s fucking helpless, just like the omegas she’d helped kidnap.

I toss her to the ground, watching coldly as she hits the concrete floor with a satisfying thud. Her previously polished appearance is completely shattered—now she’s a pathetic mess. Dirt and dried blood smear her pale skin, her designer dress filthy and torn at the hem, exposing bruised knees from her struggles. Her face is swollen, makeup smudged grotesquely around panicked, tear-reddened eyes, and the once-perfect blonde hair is tangled and wild, strands plastered to her forehead with sweat.

Marline’s eyes dart frantically around the room, widened with desperation, making my alpha hum with satisfaction. The realization of just how deeply she fucked up finally sinks in. She tries to wriggle away, a useless attempt to escape her fate, but one growl from Voss freezes her in place, trembling violently.

Fallon steps confidently into the room, chin high, her icy gaze locked onto Marline’s shaking form. Her presence radiates regal authority, fury rolling off her in tangible waves. My beautiful omega, strong and vicious, every inch our Queen. She stops mere inches from Marline, who tries and fails miserably to glare back defiantly.

Marco, ever reliable, quietly steps to the door, leaning casually against the frame as he folds his arms, standing guard so no one disturbs our work. His dark suit is pristine, and his calm eyes are coldly observing as always.

I glance back at Marline. She flinches violently when Fallon crouches beside her, a dark, dangerous smile curling her lips. Fallon’s voice is deceptively soft, venom lacing every syllable.

“Well, look at you, Marline,” she taunts quietly, mockingly sympathetic. “Not so confident now, are you?”

Marline whimpers pathetically, trying to inch away, but Romano steps forward with a fierce grin, blocking her retreat. Fallon reaches out slowly, deliberately, gripping Marline’s chin hard, forcing her terrified gaze upwards.

“Do you remember what I said I would do to you?”

Marline shakes her head violently, pleading garbled nonsense around the rag stuffed into her mouth, tears streaming down her filthy cheeks. Fallon removes the rag from Marline’s mouth. “Try again. I won't let my mates touch you if you get it right.”

“Y...You said.” She swallows hard. “You said you would carve my heart from my chest.”

Fallon releases her roughly, standing gracefully, dusting off her hands like she touched something vile. “Very good.”

Turning her gaze to us, Fallon smiles darkly, possessively. “She’s all yours, boys.”

“You said they wouldn’t touch me!” Marline starts protesting until Fallon turns back around.

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