Page 1 of The Forgotten

Knot A Second Chance

Prologue

Pulling my leg weakly,I sigh as I stare at the cold metal surrounding my ankle. I’m trapped by my kidnappers, and I have been for over a year and a half. Calling them my alphas feels foul. The bonds sit on my mind like an insidious virus, poisoning me against escape.

The baby inside of me kicks, making me gasp out a sob as I wrap my arms around my stomach.

“I’m so sorry, sweet girl,” I sob out. I don’t know for sure that this baby is a girl, but I have a feeling.

It’s a dangerous one that I can’t allow my alphas to learn about, because they’ve been attempting to breed me since they kidnapped me off the streets. They want a little boy to continue their business of sex trafficking.

I’m getting very little prenatal care, and have no idea what will happen once my baby is earth side. My kidnappers have never taken me to a single obgyn appointment, and it’s also why they don’t have any idea if this baby is a girl or a boy.

I’m running out of time to leave, because they could easily bribe someone to do an ultrasound, or worse, a blood test to findout the sex of the baby. They have the police in their pockets in this city.

Wiggling closer to the end of the bed, I wrinkle my nose as I dig into the disgusting mess I’ve made of the sandwich given to me by my kidnappers. I hate mayonnaise with a passion, but I told them that the baby has me craving it. Gagging, I cover my ankle and foot with the disgusting mixture to be able to pull myself free.

I will do anything for the tiny baby inside of me. I never want her to know what I’ve gone through for her to survive, not unless her fathers manage to follow me out of this cesspool of hate and fear. It’s possible that they will, because of how twisted the bonds are.

I never want my baby to experience the terror of knowing your biology is a trap. If she’s an omega, she needs to be able to protect herself.

I’m learning that it’s possible to force bonds, despite how many times an omega’s body rejects them. If you’re looking for my number, it was twenty-three.

Twenty-three alpha bites, attempts, and so many more rapes. Breathing fast, I shut my eyes and whine as the memories and pain batter at my mind. I can feel the pleasure my alphas are having at my pain, and use it to cover up what I’m doing.

“Come on, slide out,” I gasp, working the metal cuff down my skin. It’s not as tight as it usually is. My ankle was very swollen earlier, causing my alphas to trade out the metal band for something larger.

It’s better today than it was yesterday, which made me decide that today is the day. I’ve tried to escape four times, and I’ve been caught each time. One of them, I was at the train station when I was found.

Forcing away the black spots in front of my eyes from the pain and terror of getting caught again, I tell myself that thefifth time is the charm. Tonight is the night I’ll get free. My kidnappers told me that they have work to do for their boss, and I’m hoping that they aren’t fucking with me.

Mallan is one of the cruelest of my kidnappers and enjoys feeding me the wrong information so that he can laugh at me. I haven’t tried to escape in months, too scared of being beaten again. The last time, I bled and bled, making me believe that I was miscarrying.

I can’t lose Cerenity. I won’t. My stomach is heavy and hinders my movements, but I can’t allow that to keep me from escaping. It’s now or never. I’m weeks away from my delivery. I can feel every movement she makes, every sweet barrel roll, every kick.

I cherish it all.

“Almost,” I whisper, feeling as the cuff makes it to my heel. Shoving it down, I know I may have to break my foot. It won’t be ideal, but if that’s what needs to be done, I will.

The cuff is very tight, constricting the air in my lungs as I fight against the instinct to force it down more. The stupid thing slips further, until it’s down my heel and I’m moving it over the widest part of my foot.

“Ow, fuck,” I gasp, tears flowing generously over my face. I only ever allow myself this weakness when I’m alone. I won’t let myself cry around my kidnappers because they get off on it.

I often wonder why they are so twisted. I’ve heard them talk when they think I’m passed out, and their father is a royal prince of shit. He taught them what his version of being an alpha is like, a kindness I’m subjected to every day.

Fuck, I can’t breathe.The more the pregnancy has progressed, the higher my anxiety gets. There’s many factors for this, which I know, but I’m panting with even the slightest exertion. Getting the fuck out of here is going to take a miracle.

Using steady, even pressure with the heel of my hand on the metal cuff, I blow out my breath slowly as it moves down at a snail pace. I force myself to have patience, not rush, despite my heart beating like a jack rabbit racing from a predator.

The door opens, making me grab the sheet on the dirty mattress and pull it over me. Cleaning my face with the sheet, I try not to gag at how bad it smells.

They lied.I’m unsurprised, because this is what they do. Lies seem to fall out of their mouths without end. They told me they kidnapped me because I was pretty, when really they thought I’d be a great amusement. A play thing to keep their bed warm.

Laying down, I hope that the garbage in the corners of the room will help cover up the disgusting smell of the mayonnaise smeared over my ankle. Forcing my breaths to even out, I pretend to be asleep.

“Damn, I was hoping she’d be awake,” Neiman complains. “All she ever does is sleep. This baby had better be a boy to compensate for dealing with this shit. I’ll smother it if not. Girls are a pain in the ass and dramatic.”

“She’s so fucking lazy too,” Bryce sighs. “The room is a mess. What is that smell?”