Page 94 of Knot for Me
“You’re going to kill them.” Frank sighs. “I hate to stop you, but I don’t want to see you in jail either, Marco. Let me deal with these fuckers. Come on, Tony.” Tony must be the other guard I saw them talking with.
More whimpers as Frank and Tony take the men away. Once the kitchen quiets, something heavy crashes to the ground. Glass shatters and Lucas yells again.
I cover my ears, trembling like the pathetic omega I am.
* * *
LUCAS
I grab the edge of the table and shove it over, letting out all of my pent-up rage in one vicious shout. I should have fucking ripped their heads off.
“Lucas,” Marco snaps, cutting me off. “You’re going to scare her.”
Dammit. He’s right. I scrub my hand over my face, deflating a bit. I pull them away and stare at them. My knuckles are cracked and bruised from that fucker’s face. Marco’s shirt is ripped open and his hair is a mess. The guy he tackled landed a hit, so his lip is split, but he’s otherwise unharmed. Cory is okay, he came in last, and Marco and I had those guys down before he got a chance to help.
“Where did she go?” I ask, voice hoarse.
“She’s in the pantry.” Cory turns to look at the closed door. He glances back at me and grimaces.
She heard everything. Fuck.
“What the fuck happened?” Amelie demands, storming into the kitchen. Her eyes sweep over the overturned table, the broken glass, and us. “Where’s Reagan?”
“I’m in here,” she calls softly.
The fear in her voice makes my chest ache.
Amelie spins around and tries to open the door. The handle won’t work. Clever omega.
“Let me in.” Amelie knocks softly on the door. “Reagan, it’s just me.” Amelie snaps her fingers at us and gestures for us to leave.
The guys and I share a look. Amelie clears her throat.
Get the fuck out, she mouths.
I grind my jaw, but Cory nods, grabbing my arm and pulling me out of the kitchen. Marco follows us without a fight.
We almost failed her.
* * *
REAGAN
The guys leave, and I’m conflicted. I was so relieved when I heard their voices, but I’m a little terrified of how angry they all sounded about my attackers. That’s not normal pack dynamics. Still, I can’t help wanting to be near them. Of all the people in the mansion right now, they make me feel the safest.
I open the door and Amelie yanks me into a hug, squeezing the air from my lungs.
“Are you okay?”
“I am now,” I say.
“Those bastards are going to pay. They’ll be put in jail for attacking you like that and the alphas will press charges.”
“Good.” I pull out of her arms, glancing around the kitchen which is a mess. A few people have started to filter in, whispering about what happened and shooting me looks that range from pity toof course it was her fault. The unsympathetic looks come from alphas I don’t recognize.
Greg rushes in when he sees me standing with Amelie. “Reagan, what happened?”
“A couple of handsy alphas thought they’d make a pass at our omega,” Amelie shouts loud enough for everyone in the kitchen and the hallway to hear.
