Page 15 of His Bonded Omega Mate
“Logan? What the fuck is going on?” Another wave of heat had me growing slick.
The betas scented the change. “Here.” Hunter tossed me a dildo and a potion bottle. “A new model. The knot spell is better. We’ll go bring the truck around and get your betas ready.”
“What? My betas?”
Xander perched on the corner of the bed. “Look, Logan has had us keeping tabs on Jared for months. He knew he might try to force your hand, and we had to do whatever it took to make you safe. Jared has burned all his bridges with the pack.”
I squirmed, getting really uncomfortable. Xander caught wind of my predicament and flushed scarlet. “I’ll, uh, turn around and explain while you use that .”
“Xan, I’ll go help Tate and Asher.” Hunter left like his ass was on fire and not like he’d witnessed me having sex with Logan’s son more than a few times.
With no other choice, I used the toy, wringing an unsatisfactory orgasm from myself, the disappointing finish the result of too much stress and pain.
“Jared bought a fertility booster.” My hand slipped on the toy.
“Fuck.”
“Yeah, hence the contraceptive.”
“I already took one.”
“Take this one too. It won’t hurt. That witch makes the boosters really strong. Charges an arm and a leg for them too.”
“Right.” I swallowed it down.
“With Jared breaking council laws like that, he can take action and end the bonding. He’s letting you leave the pride and suggests you ask another pack for protection. Sweetwater is the closest and probably the strongest.”
“What about the consequences for the pride?”
“The clan has a clause that a forced bonding will cast shame on the mating. Jared is supposed to make you happy. Not own you because he put a baby in you.”
“What? They did that?”
“Your grandfather did.”
I rarely missed my family, but grandfather was special.
“Once you are finished with this wave, we are getting you to the truck and away from here. Jared had Tate and Asher beaten. Not killed because he wanted to send a message. He wanted them to see you pregnant with his kid, knowing they can’t do that for you.”
“Oh, fuck.”
I wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline crash or what, but his words doused the wave. I got up on shaky legs and found my clothes. “Let’s get out of here.”
The truck wasn’t far, but it felt like forever as I walked the distance to my men. I could smell blood and urine on them. My outrage shocked me. “They pissed on them?”
Hunter curled a lip in distaste. “Help me strip them. I’ve got some spare clothes they can wear.” All shifters kept clothing in their vehicles, a just in case measure.
They groaned as we moved them, peeling off clothes as I gave them as much healing as I could. The heat wave that was coming tampered with my ability, making it more difficult.
Xander drove the truck as I tried to nurse my betas, Hunter watching for anyone following us.
The gates of the Sweetwater pack compound were a new and so welcome sight.
“We can’t go further than this. We have to leave you at the gates.” Hunter warned. I nodded, showing I understood. Tate, Asher and I were now pack-less. Hunter and Xander still belonged to the pride. They would see going further as an act of treason or aggression, depending on the side.
“Thank you for getting us this far,” I murmured, before turning my attention to the people at the gate. “Please, can you help us? Is Dakota here? We need sanctuary.”
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