Page 3 of Knot My MC
The tightness in my body begins to fade the longer I’m away from the bastard. The hold he had on me slowly seeps out of my body, but it lingers, as if it thinks I need a reminder of who’s in control. I don’t.
I’m under Axel’s thumb until I’m old enough to complete the compatibility ceremony.
I throw my own shirt away, unable to bear the thought of keeping it now that his scent marks it. I clean myself up at my father’s sink, ignoring yet another text while I swish mouthwash and spit. I can’t respond yet. I’m too shaken. Too unlike myself. This pitiful being, the trembling mess, isn’t who I am. At least, it’s not who I choose to be. I can only control my life outside of Axel’s commands.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I try to find any traces of the little girl Axel helped raise. I loved him like a father up until I grew tits and he started acting like a sleaze.
He’s careful to do it when my father isn’t around. He knows Kiren would have his head. I should tell my dad. The club is one of the only good things in his life, and I don’t want to watch him lose something else he loves. I don’t want to find out who would win the fight. As much as my dad is a badass, Axel is demented. He’s strong and powerful, and he won’t hesitate to kill my father.
No. I can’t tell Dad.
The club is supposed to be my safe place, but Axel’s ruined it.
Thatbastard.
Tears fill my eyes but I blink them back, refusing to let him win more than he already has. Another alert hits my phone, and I steady my breath, grabbing a clean shirt from the overnight bag I share with Dad and tugging it on. I return to the mirror; I still don’t quite recognize myself, but the trembling has stopped. Traces of Axel’s scent remain, but I don’t have time to shower. The phone vibrates again.
I snatch the device from my pocket and open the group chat.
Jag
Come on, Kiks. Where the hell are you?
Knox
Don’t make us come over there.
Crow
I have a joint and cookies, Kiki. Get your perky ass over here.
Three forbidden alphas. Three alphas who mean more to me than the alpha of this MC. Three alphas who I desperately want to be mine, regardless of how fucked the situation may be.
I chew on my cheek and send a quick response, letting them know I’m on my way. I wanted to put on more makeup before going to see them, but the light eyeliner will have to do. I’m not going back into that bedroom tonight. The guys have seen me in worse shape than this, but I’m worried they’ll see the vulnerability in my eyes.
Glaring at the mirror again, I steady my breathing and force myself to be calm. To be in control. Slowly, an unfeeling mask clicks into place and my shoulders pull back. I’m not prey, I tell myself, though I know to Axel that’s all I am.
Sometimes, it sucks to be an omega.
CHAPTERTWO
CROW
Kicking some gravel with my black boots, I scan the alley. Kiki isn’t usually this late. I tap each of my fingers against the pad of my thumb while we wait, wishing I had a pen and drawing pad to pass the time. I don’t and it’s taking everything in me to wrangle in the urge to go get her myself. Discontent settles in my gut, but I can’t burst into the Wrecker clubhouse without starting a war. Hell Hounds and Wrecker have been at odds for years, and I can’t give them a reason to say that the guys and I provoked a battle. We’ve only been fully patched for a year, but that doesn’t matter. No matter how fresh new we are, we’re Hounds.
“Where is she?” Jag says quietly, pushing off his parked bike and pacing in front of it. “Do you think something happened?”
It’s late—the sun has almost totally set—but not late enough for her to have fallen asleep. Kiki comes alive at night. Knowing her, despite being at school all day, her day has only just begun. She spends her days prancing around at Wrecker MC, but at night, she prowls around with the Hounds.
Like a lovesick pup, I want every night she’s willing to give us.
“Kiren would never let anything happen to her,” Knox says, man enough to acknowledge that Kiki’s dad is actually the best protection we could have hoped for with our omega behind enemy lines.
Technically, she’s not ours, but technicalities can suck my dick. We grew up together, and while we’re a year older than her, and a little more hardened, she’s always been ours.
“And who the fuck are you?”She spat the question with such venom when we ran into her at a party after we first joined the Hell Hounds as junior initiates at fifteen that I knew right then and there that she was the omega I wanted. She eyed our prospect vests with disdain, her upper lip curling when she realized who we were.
“What’s the princess of Wrecker MC doing at a party like this?” Knox asked, ignoring her question all together.
