Page 53 of Brave New Omega, Part 2

Chapter 53

KATIE

T he door opens a fraction, letting the dim light of the hallway spill in. The husky voice of the largest Beta guard precedes the man.

“Wake up, Little Omega. It’s time for you to go for a little ride.”

He slides inside, keeping his body between the room and the door. Smart boy. Too bad his eyes can’t adjust to the darkness of the room fast enough to notice my shadowed corner. He’s scanning the far corners, as though he expects me to be cowering.

“Fool,” I hiss before jumping on his back and forcing the thick dildo under his chin. I squeeze my arms tight, cutting off his airway, he stumbles, thrashing me back into the wall, but I only squeeze tighter even as the pain in my spine slicks up, making me dizzy. He collapses to his knees, gurgling, then rears to the left, flinging me off. I land with a thud against the little cushioned couch. At least the sex bench broke my fall.

He pants, trying to gulp down air, but I scramble up faster. With a massive thwak I knock him on the back of the head with the dildo.

He crumples to the floor in a massive heap.

Talk about a fucking cock block.

“Thank you, kinky Alphas,” I say, as I use one of the silk scarves to tie the Beta’s hands behind his back. I can’t help snickering as I shove a ball gag in his mouth and nimbly buckle the strap tight. Just to be safe, I grab a black spiked collar and fasten around his meaty throat, looping one of the scarves through a buckle at the back. I tie the scarf to the door handle. It won’t choke the Beta, but it will slow him down, and slow is what I need.

Bondage is not my thing, but bless the leather-clad kink fairy that someone loves bondage play.

I pat the Beta down, riffling through his pockets. He has a simple wallet with some cash and several likely fake IDs, a pack of chewing gum, a stun gun, a handful of what look like leather zip ties, what might be a metal swipe card, and a needle in a glass case full of ominous red liquid.

“You better be glad I don’t have time to wait around and torture you,” I growl at him. Some feral part of me wants to break this man in a hundred places. But I need to get to Maddie. If they are planning on moving us, she might already be taken. My chest tightens, panic clawing at my throat. I stuff several scarves into my pocket, then hoist my dildo like a freaking bat.

A shiver of cold sweeps through me. My nipples peak painfully, and I want to curl up in a heap.

“Got to get to Maddie. Got to get to my Pack.”

I open the door just an inch and check the hall. No one moves, though I hear the faint strain of music –maybe the soft hum of voices? So we can’t be too far from the ballroom still. Good.

I inhale deeply. Maybe this biology of mine can be an asset rather than an obstacle for once.

Aside from the astringent piney scent of the Beta behind me, I don’t smell anyone close. I slip from the hall, running away from the sounds of the crowd. They'd take us as far as they safely could –b ut how far? How big is this mansion? Fucking rich people.

“Maddie?” I whisper-shout.

The first two doors are locked, and the strange key card doesn't work. Maybe it’s not for these doors at all? Then on the opposite wall I hear something thump against the wooden door.

“Mads!” I call as I try to swipe the key card against the lock. No luck.

“Katie? Fuck, are you okay?”

“Fine. You?”

“Okay.” Her voice shakes. She’s not okay, but we don’t have time for me to dissect that. We have to move.

The hinges are on the outside of the door here too –a curious arrangement, but lucky for us.

“Listen, I’m going to thread a scarf between the doorjamb. See if you can grab it, okay?”

“Aye Aye,” she says.

I grab what looks like an old men’s tie –the kind we’d give our dad for Christmas each year, and he only ever wore to family parties. But this is narrow all the way around, and while soft, made of a sturdier fabric than the other scarves. This is definitely handcuff material. I shiver but push down any thoughts of sexy bindings. Not now.

My core squeezes and my knees shudder, nearly giving out.

Maddie grabs one end of the scarf just as I start moaning, the deep needy pain almost blinding as it contorts my insides.

“ Fuuuuuuuuck .”

I want my Alphas. I want Callum licking my nipples. I want Loren kissing me until I’m breathless. I want Max fingering me until I soak his hand.

I want their cocks, all of them, right now. And their knots. And their kisses and gentle touches, and the spiraling relief of orgasm. Together.

“Katie?” Maddie asks from the other side of the door.

“Okay, now thread it back to me, and I’ll try to pull the hinges off.” I gasp each word, my need so hot, so desperate that I’m sure that my body will actually crack in half.

Maddie grunts on the other side, and I lean weakly against the wooden door.

Come on, Wilder! Pull yourself together. Your sister is counting on you .

I have to free Maddie and find Layla. They are my responsibility. I made promises to protect them. Promises I intend to keep, goddamnit.

“I won’t let you down.”

“Of course you won’t,” Maddie snaps. “Now take this damn scarf.”

The scarf pokes through the doorjamb, just enough for me to pinch the edge and pull.

I grab both ends and pull, but my strength flags.

“No,” I whimper.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not strong enough.” Tears press against my eyelashes, a few trickling onto my cheeks. “I can’t rip it off.”

“So just use your weight. Like, can you use your body weight to pull the hinge free?”

I hiccup, but get to my feet.

“You’re a fucking genius, Mads.”

“I know. Now just do it!

I wrap the two ends of the scarf around my hands then fall backwards with as much force as I can. It doesn’t do anything.

“Try jumping and use momentum!”

Grunting, I jump backwards, the scarves cutting into the tender flesh of my wrist joint. For a moment it’s a taut tension, and I’m sure I’m just going to snap back toward the door, when the hinge gives way, bending toward me, before coming completely free of the wall.

“Yeah! Just two more to go!” She whoops.

With a wider gap before the door and the wall, it takes less time to thread the scarf through. Maddie leans against the door, offering more pressure against the hinge. I don’t even have to jump. Together, we’re able to pull the second hinge free.

“Step back,” she yells.

With a “hiyah!” she kicks the final hinge, dislodging it from the wall. The wooden door clatters to the ground, and I reach in to help her climb out. We wrap each other up in a tight squeeze.

“Holy Jesus, Katie, you’re ice cold. What’s wrong? Did they drug you? They kept threatening to tranquilize me if I didn’t shut up.”

My teeth are chattering now. “N-no, the heat is coming.” Although, I feel definitely not hot right now.

“Shit. Okay, we need to get back to people and find your boys.” She pauses. “What the hell are you holding? Is that…”

“My dildo of doom. I found it in my closet, along with the scarves. I guess that one was for bondage play.”

“Damn. That thing looks…impressive.” She shakes her head.

“He’s a big boy alright.”

“Okay, we came that way,” Maddie points and I nod. We start sprinting toward the doors and the ballroom beyond.

Maddie’s black sparkly jumpsuit is torn on the right leg all the way up to mid thigh, and there’s bad bruising.

“Did they?”

“No,” she says quickly. “One of them tried to feel me up and I busted his lip and hurt his feelings.”

“G-good.” A tremor of cold and need passes through me, and my steps falter. I smell people –so many people. Our pace slows.

“Go ahead of me, warn the others,” I say, trying to push her on ahead.

“Like hell I’m leaving you. We’re family . You can’t fight all those goons alone.”

“They’ll take us both. I can’t run fast.”

“Then we fight together. But I’m not leaving you.”

I tremble, my pace slowed to barely more than a walk. I nod, leaning into the pain that threatens to bow me over.

Behind us, someone claps.

I freeze, the sharp tang of sticky sweet flowers and sour apples hitting me like a sucker punch. Only Maddie’s vice-like grip on my waist keeps me from collapsing to the floor.

“How tender. The bonds of sisterhood. I didn’t have sisters myself. Just an older brother, and he’s dead.”

Genevieve scowls at us. She and the baby-faced Beta stand at the end of the hallway, just in front of the ruined door. But I’m not looking at the Beta or door. I’m looking at the gun that she has leveled directly at me.

Not a stun gun, but an honest-to-goodness gun with a barrel and bullets.

“I was told only to use force if absolutely necessary. But it only takes one living Omega for my purposes. I can just as well take DNA samples from a dead body.”

I drag myself up, my knee buckling and screaming with pain. My insides writhe and coil, desire and need riding the line between pleasure and pain. I will not cower before this woman. Raising my chin, I step in front of Maddie. She tries to push me back, but I force myself in front of her. This isn’t about Maddie, this is about me and this woman who has poisoned my Pack with words and chemicals, and lies.

“I’m going to enjoy watching Pack Murphy implode,” she says, before cupping her hands around the grip.

The loudest noise I've ever heard rips through the hallway, and I crumple into darkness.