Page 104 of Knot So Damaged

“You were just playing hard to get, you little slut! I’ve seen the way you dance on that stage for me. The way you teased me with your body. It was the same way you used to walk through all of those dinner parties. You pretended like you were too good for us.”

His snarl turns into a devious smile that has my gut churning. “That was until you sat on our knots.”

I spit in his face, grinning maniacally as he snarls before roaring in my face. The move is meant to terrify me and maybe a small part of me is scared but I don’t let it show. Instead, I continue to laugh, fueling that anger and praying he makes a mistake.

I need to time it well.

I have already been spending the entire interrogation rubbing the rope that has tied my wrists against the wooden backrest of the chair I am secured to.

I can feel it beginning to fray.

I just have to keep his attention on me. Get him close enough when the time is right so I can strike.

I may be an Omega but since the moment I escaped his clutches, I refused to allow myself to be weak in a moment like this ever again.

So I wait, painstakingly.

After further abuse, my body sore and aching, Scott finally gave up and left the room.

It gives me the perfect opportunity to work on both the rope and my bond to Olis.

Years ago, there used to be rumors about a small fact relating to an Alpha and Omega’s bond. That if the two were true mates, there was a possibility of being able to communicate telepathically.

While I don’t have any interest in being a damsel in distress, it would be much fucking easier to get out of this position with a little extra help.

I know they are already looking for me. I can feel Olis’ emotions down the bond. He is beside himself. His pain is raw and crippling, a struggle to breathe through.

I do my best to send comforting emotions down the bond but either it's not reaching him yet or something else is the cause of his pain.

I just hope it's not the latter.

Not being able to feel my other two Alphas in the way that I can feel Olis is a problem that I need to rectify the moment I am out of here.

I need to feel them. To know that they are okay. To reassure them that I am alright.

Mostly.

I’m sure this will all come to bite me in the ass before I know it but I don’t have any other choice.

The front door opens and a new figure walks into the room. I blink my eyes, trying to clear the blurriness from them against the sun.

The figure walking into the room is much smaller than Scott but judging by the overall stature, I know that he is male. A Beta possibly.

My breath hitches as I finally get a clear view of him.

“I know you,” I whisper, my voice laced in shock.

The familiar face nods, a bright smile turning up his lips at my words.

“I knew you would remember me, Mom.”

I frown, my eyebrows raising at the use of the name that this grown-ass man should certainly not be calling me. The Beta, one that I gave a dance to not all that long ago, takes a few more steps into the room.

I can’t help but feel sympathy for the male that is now on his knees before me, his features full of hope that I know I can’t give him.

It’s obvious that the poor guy is confused. That he potentially has some kind of mental health issue that has led him to be convinced of the impossible.

He is young, maybe eighteen so there is no chance of him being mine.