Page 48 of Knot So Damaged

A numb feeling comes over me as I recite the living nightmare. Tears stream down my face as the words continue to pour from me.

“I watched as they put a bullet in both of their heads before they took me.”

My eyes drop, unable to continue looking at the tortured look on Cal’s face. Seeing the devastation is almost too much to handle.

I jump as he reaches over to hold my hands. Unintentionally, he gives me the strength to continue.

“For the next six years, I was under Pack Andrews’ control. For six years, I was tortured, raped and treated like I was a slave. For six years, I was their toy to use and play with whenever it suited them. For six fucking years I despised the day I emerged as an Omega.”

At the last word, the tears that were slowly trickling down my cheeks turn into a downpour. A sob explodes from my chest as for the first time, I admit to what happened to me.

Cal gathers me into his arms and I cry into his chest just as I did last night.

By the time I eventually pull myself together, my throat is raw and Cal’s shirt has well and truly soaked through with tears.

I half-assed cry and snort as I look at the wet patch. “I’m so sorry. I’ve ruined your shirt.”

I go to get up to get him a towel or something but he stops me. Reaching up, he places his hands on both sides of my cheeks.

“Valentina, you do not need to be sorry for crying on me. Ever.”

I go to argue but he doesn’t allow it.

“No. You are allowed to cry on me whenever you like, baby. You have been through fucking hell. You have had your body and soul usedand abused in ways that I will never understand. The fact that those men call themselves Alphas is a fucking disgrace to our desgination.”

“Used to,” I mutter as I wipe my face.

Cal looks down at me in confusion.

“Used to. As in past tense. As in they used to call themselves Alphas. They can’t anymore because I killed them.”

I brace for impact. If Conall thought my trauma was the pinnacle of my problems, he is sorely mistaken. I wait for the look of disgust. Of the yelling that should come with a confession of killing multiple people.

But it never comes. Instead, a smile brightens Cal’s face.

“That’s my fucking girl,” he says, his voice holding a proud note to it before he leans in and presses a gentle kiss on my lips.

My breath stutters in my chest, my lungs hardly able to take the next breath as he pulls away.

I have never been kissed before.

Out of all the years I spent under four Alphas’ control, never once did they kiss me. It was why I never fell into Stockholm Syndrome. I knew that they didn’t love me. And I never could have returned the sentiment even if they were able to feel that kind of emotion.

But Conall just kissed me.

I struggle to catch my breath as he remains holding my face in his hands. His touch is so gentle that I can’t help but melt into him.

“I am so fucking proud of you. Not only did you continue on for years even after dealing with the worst the world has to offer, but you also killed off those that took so much from you.”

He shakes his head as he looks at me with wonder in his eyes. It's almost like he is seeing me for the first time but in a completely new light.

“You are utter perfection, Little Devil. I don’t deserve to revel in the light that is you but I’m a greedy fucking man. I will take whatever dregs you decide to give me.”

Chapter Fifteen

Ididn’t think that I could possibly be more obsessed with this woman even if I tried but here she goes completely decimating everything I thought I knew about her.

My little devil is a fucking warrior.