Page 9 of Knot My MC
Or was that all in my head?
Confusing thoughts consume me on the elevated ride to Camila’s floor. The officers keep firm grasps on my arms as they lead me to her door. I don’t try to resist again; it’s a losing battle. The sooner I accept whatever fate is assigned to me, the sooner I can move on with my life.
Riley knocks on her closed door, side-eying me as I shift from side to side to release some of my nervous energy.
“You’ll be okay, kid.”
I glare at him. “Screw you.”
His eyebrows raise and he scoffs. “Teenagers.”
Riley looks about my dad’s age, just shy of forty with a few faint wrinkles that age his face. The jab stings. Maybe I am acting like a child, but when a person is trapped and doesn’t know what to do, they’re not exactly the best version of themselves.
Camila’s door swings open and she crosses her arms in front of her chest, eyeing the men before setting her cold, pissed off sights on me. “That’ll be all, officers. You can uncuff her and leave her with me.”
Michaels releases me but Riley hesitates for a moment, fingers tightening ever so slightly before he lets go. Silence fills the hall as he unlocks the cuffs and eases the metal bands off me.
“Ma’am,” Riley says, sparing me one last glance before heading down the hall to catch up with Michaels who’s already set off. Camila waits to speak until the officers are in the elevator and heading down to the first floor.
“You low pack sluts can’t help yourselves, can you?” The venom in her voice has me taking a step back.
The disdain for me being low pack isn’t new. Most people from the royal blood lines look down on low packs. A long time ago, there was a strict order and omegas were only allowed to birth children to royal alphas. No one cared what the betas and deltas did. Like with anything though, rules like that only work for so long. Omegas are the only ones that can give birth to alphas, and when an omega gives birth to a beta’s child and the child happens to be an alpha, it’s considered a half-breed. A low pack alpha, one born outside the royal alpha lines. Eventually that child will form his own pack with other low born alphas.
Unfair as it may be, upper society as a whole blames omegas for the dilution of royal blood lines.
Camila surges forward and catches my shoulder. Her fingernails dig into my skin through my t-shirt and she hauls me into her office. “Let’s have a little chat, hmm?” She shoves me into a chair.
I growl and she slaps me. My head whips to the side and I seethe, wishing I could lash out and kick her ass. I can’t though. The moment I do that, my life would really be over. Getting ahold of my omega-fueled temper, I settle on a death glare.
Camila snickers and leans against her desk, staring down her nose at me. “Kiki, is it?”
“Yes.” She already knows this.
“Is that your given name or your street name?”
“Wrecker MC doesn’t give nicknames.”
She tsks. “Not that kind of street name.” Her eyes pointedly slip down my body. “You’re pretty enough for sex work.”
“You’re a cunt, you know that?” I spit the question out before thinking better of it, and her palm cracks against my cheek again, slapping the same spot she had before. I tip my chin up and scowl at her.
She growls and smacks me again.
I saw that coming, but part of me revels in her loss of control. That a simple, lowly slut like me could make her lose her cool.
Gripping my chin with her hand, she says, “I haven’t shunned you yet but call me a cunt again and I’ll do it.”
That straightens me out. There’s not much known about those who have been shunned, only that they’re forced out of civilization without anything but the clothes on their back and a promise of death if they try to return. I like my bed too much to live off the land, thank you very much.
Delighting in my sudden compliance, she laughs in my face before dropping her grip. “That’s a good girl,” she murmurs. “The way I see it, Kiki, you have one more chance to prove to me you can do as you’re told. If it weren’t for all the alphas needing an omega, I’d send your ass packing.” She sighs like she’d enjoy nothing more than watching me get kicked out of society. “As it is, it’s my duty to do what’s best for the alphas.”
I don’t say anything, choosing to stare at a spot on the wall to the left of where she sits. She only does what’s best for the royal bloodlines, and she knows it. I’d bet good money she doesn’t give the low pack pairings much thought.
“Can you be a good girl for me?” she asks, snapping her fingers in front of my face to draw my attention to her.
“Thebestof girls.” I should tell her to fuck off. I should tell her the alphas can kiss my ass, but I don’t. She’s got me and she knows it.
As if sensing her triumph, a cruel grin cuts across her face. “I knew you’d see reason. You have one more shot, Kiki. Don’t screw it up.” She picks up a small device. “Now, let’s see about replacing your tracker.”
