Page 90 of Knot All is Crystal
She pushes her hands against my chest to look directly into my eyes. I can practically taste the betrayal she feels in the air. “Alpha,” she says with disdain. “You’re not just an Alpha, though, are you? You’remyAlpha? And you… You stood by all this time.”
“I didn’t know.” I have to force the words out through broken glass. “You have to believe me.”
“Didn’t know you were an Alpha, or didn’t know I was yours?”
I can tell the answer matters to her, but I know the truth isn’t what she wants to hear. “Didn’t know you were mine. I… there are meds. Experimental, not tested here, that can suppress Alpha nature. I’ve been taking them.”
“Why?”
Grief swells in my chest, but I push it down. “Later. I can’t… I have to take care of you.”
My hands run down her body. She winces again at my touch to her ribs. Fury fills me, and I rip through the laces at the back of her corset. As she spills out of it, my eyes zero in on the massive purple bruise on her ribs.
Darkness creeps into my vision. My body is rebelling against the damage done to my Omega, and I am at war with myself.
Comfort or kill.
Comfort or kill.
Comfort or…
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill
Kill.
THIRTY-THREE
Puck is unhinged.
He’s roaring in fury, jumping off the bed, heading for the door. When he starts to undo the barricade he placed, chanting the word “kill,” I know I have to stop him.
He won’t hurt me.
He lied to me.
He smells like fresh cut grass and sunshine.
Heliedto mefor four years.
But he won’t hurt me.
“Alpha,” I say with a whine. His body stills. “Alpha, please.”
The raging Alpha turns to look at me, his shoulders heaving with his heavy breaths. This may be the first time I’ve seen him without his shirt, and I take just a moment to absorb the absolute beauty that is Puck Bellamy.
His dark skin is stretched over thick shoulders and a trim waist. His figure is so classically Alpha that I can’t believe I never noticed it before. His thick thighs are encased in dark jeans, and I feel slick gathering between my thighs just at the sight of him.
I’ve always known he was attractive, but now it’s something else.
