Page 3 of Knot So Damaged

I was at their mercy.

I was too young to fight back.

I was filled with too much grief to do anything apart from succumb.

There was no way for me to say no. Not when I was an impressionable young Omega whose parental pack was killed. When the four Alphas who had been after me for years stormed my home and took everything from me.

My family. My innocence. And at times, almost my life.

Alphas are monsters.

A designation that is lost to their primal instincts. They are cruel, abusive and cunning.

I refuse to allow myself to ever be caught in one of their snares ever again.

Being an Omega has felt like a death sentence since the day I emerged. Seeing as it was the same day that saw me catch the interest of them.

Which is why I now do everything in my power to hide what I really am.

To everyone, I am a Beta.

Double doses of heat suppressants, a can of scent-neutralizing spray a day, a lifetime subscription of slick-absorbent panties and the refusal to have a nest, are what see me hiding who I really am.

For four years, I have refused to be anything else but a Beta.

For four years I have been on the run terrified of receiving backlash for killing the Alphas that almost succeeded in killingme.

What they weren’t expecting that night was for me to turn into the reaper, ridding the world of the Alphas that tortured me since my sixteenth birthday.

The sound of footsteps behind me pulls me from my downward spiral thoughts. I instantly stiffen, tightening my hold on the knife still in my hand.

I take a calming breath in an attempt to slow down my heartrate even though I know it is pointless.

The footsteps get louder as whoever is behind me sees the opportunity the now deserted street affords them.

The moment the offender grabs hold of my waist, I am already turning, my knife now visible to the Alpha who reeks of cigarette smoke and olives. It's a revolting combination that I have to force myself to not empty the contents of my stomach over.

I swing my knife, aiming straight for his shoulder, but come up short as he sees the glint of the metal coming, knocking it from my hand.

I hear the clank of metal against concrete and know that I am done for.

The knife was my only line of defence.

While I have spent a good portion of the last four years learning hand to hand combat, I am still useless when it comes to a surprise attack no matter how much I will myself to not freeze.

The moment their hands are on me, it’s like all survival instincts leave me and in its stead is the scared girl I have been running from.

“Nice try, bitch. You think you can get away with teasing me all night long and not follow through?”

It takes me a moment to realize who has me.

Mr. CEO.

I should have known my run from him earlier wasn’t the last I saw of him tonight. I know that I am not that naive to think that men like him are ever content with being told no. It's a word that just isn’t in their vocabulary.

“You are a cock tease aren’t you, Cherry? You like getting me worked up. I can tell how much you want my knot in that tight Beta pussy.”

I feel a whimper threaten to escape me. I know that if he gets a hint of my real pheromones, I am done for. Presenting as a Beta is the only thing saving me.