Page 30 of Knot My MC
His head actually rears back in surprise. He seriously can’t be so delusional.
Camila clears her throat and gestures toward the door. “I have a lot to do to prepare for tonight.”
Axel stomps out of the room, shouldering past a guy wearing a security uniform. The man peeks inside.
“Everyone okay in here?”
Camila nods. “I have it under control now. Make sure Axel gets out of the building.” She focuses on me. “You have quite the mouth on you.”
“He’s an asshole.” I step toward her desk. “I’m serious, you know? I will kill him if you let him take me.”
“I can’t control who wins the bidding, and if you’d rather live in prison for the rest of your life, that’s your choice.” Picking up the phone from its cradle, she presses a number. “I have another one. Yes, I know. Well there will simply be more to pick from this time, so long as the bids come in, that’s all that matters, right?” She gives me her back. “What do you expect me to do, Eduardo? I can’t control where the trash lands.”
I bristle. I’m not trash.
“You’ll send someone to come get her then?” A pause. “Good. See you soon.” Camila hangs up and glowers at the phone. Whoever Eduardo is pissed her off. Gathering herself, she finally points to a chair. “Sit there. They’ll be here to pick you up soon.”
I don’t move.
She growls. “Sit or I will force you to, and I won’t use my words. The guards have pretty tasers that Cornelius bought them last year. I’ve always wanted to watch someone get tased.”
Bitch.
I take my seat, but swear after today I won’t be so compliant. I won’t be controlled like Axel wants to command me. I will do exactly what my father asked and make a pack’s life a living hell if they so much as try to alpha bark at me.
CHAPTERTEN
KIKI
It’s hard to properly grieve when you’re locked inside a small room. I pace the floor, running my fingers through my hair and searching again for a way out. There isn’t one. I’ve checked a dozen times. There are no windows. The ceiling is solid. The vents are too small to slip through. The steel door with double bolts is the only way out, and there’s no way to pick the locks. Even if I had supplies, the locks look too complicated. I’m trapped.
Helpless.
I hate being helpless. The buzz of the overhead light threatens the last of my sanity. I scowl at the ceiling. The bandages on my hands itch. With a half-hearted growl, I rip them off and toss them on the floor. The blood has stopped, but the injuries still ache a little. It’ll take a few days for the cuts to fully heal.
“No, please. Please don’t take me to the auctions. I don’t belong there. Please.” A woman’s whine floats into the room via the thin crack between the floor and door.
Stopping mid-stride, I squat down and tip my head, trying to peer out but there’s not enough space to see anything that might be of use. A sudden cramp assaults me, and I gasp, breathing through my teeth until the pain subsides.
That was weird.
The voices outside grow closer and shadows cross over the light bleeding through the crack between the floor and door. I stand, dropping my arms at my sides to wait for whoever it is to finish undoing the bolts.
The door swings wide, revealing a gruff beta whose hand is already on the taser on his hip. “Don’t do anything stupid.”
I had thought about resisting but that would be dumb. My best chances of getting out of Dolin will come whenever I’m given to the pack who bids on me. While it goes against everything my dad taught me, I willingly hold my wrists out, allowing the beta to cuff me. He warily studies me. He must be used to some sort of resistance, but I offer none.
“Come on then,” he says once the metal is secured around my wrists. He grabs hold of my arm and escorts me out.
Two other omegas and another guard stand in the dimly lit hall. One omega is openly sobbing, her eyes bright red and face blotchy. The other is more subdued. I lift my chin as I’m placed at the front of the line. The guard that was waiting in the hall comes to link my cuffs to a chain that’s connected to the other women. I don’t recoil from him like the one who is crying. I don’t avert my gaze like the quiet one either.
The guard squints at me. “What are you staring at?’
“Nothing.” I don’t look away, even though I know that’s what he wants. I force him to meet my gaze.
The beta who retrieved me leads another omega to the lineup and places her in front of me. She’s crying too.
“One more and then we’ll be ready,” the beta says to the guard in front of me.
