Chapter 25

I’ve been checking on the bonds with Wren and Flynn for the last twenty minutes, and they feel oddly quiet. Shifting on my feet, anxiously, I glance at Amb and shake my head uncomfortably. Something is wrong.

“I think it’s time to come to the agreement that this isn’t going to be easy,” Shaw says, stepping forward. “We’ve left our omegas alone for long enough, and it’s beginning to feel rude.”

“Yes,” Patrick says dejectedly. “I didn’t want to have to make an executive decision in an effort not to show favoritism, but it appears that won’t be possible.”

“Favoritism? No wait,” Crowson says, looking panicked. “You can’t do this.”

“At the end of the day, you’re not one of us, brother,” Corbin says with a smirk. “You’ve also managed to make a few enemies with your little vendetta.”

“She was my mate, not a vendetta,” Crowson roars, punching our boss. Rolling my eyes, I leave Ambrose and Shaw to work this out as I walk out of the room into the rest of the house. An entire ballroom stands between me and the garden, so I’ll just go around.

Jasper limps across the main entryway, eyes wild as he searches for guards that mysteriously are no longer around.

“Jas?” I ask, walking faster to catch him as he starts to fall. “Where’s Wren and Flynn?!”

“Someone fucking clobbered me in the back of the head and beat the shit out of me for good measure. Goddamned coward,” Jasper grumbles. “I’m looking for them now, but I found one of Wren’s heels.”

Pulling his hand away from his head, I see the heel fisted in a hand that has blood on it.

“Fuck,” I whisper. Taking a deep breath, I blast panic down the bond, knowing it’ll make Shaw and Amb come running.

Doors fly open down the hallway I was just in as my pack rushes toward me.

“I can’t feel Flynn,” Amb says, dark eyes wide. His scent feels acrid as he glares at Jasper. “What happened?”

“Wren and Flynn went to the bathroom. I stood against the wall, and it should have been impossible, but someone snuck up and knocked me out,” Jasper says. “I can’t… fuck, I can’t lose my sister again.”

“He’s got a pretty bad head wound,” I tell them gently, struggling to keep my cool.

Omegas begin to filter into the house now that the meeting is over, and Jodi walks over to us, brows knitting.

“Something wrong?” she asks.

“Our omegas are missing,” Shaw grunts. “Please tell Corbin, and lock down the house. I’m pulling up the tracker I have on them. Do you know how long you’ve been knocked out for?”

“At least thirty minutes,” Jasper grunts. “Did you say tracker?”

Jodi hides a smile, knowing exactly how insanely protective alphas can be, especially made men.

“I’ll tell the security to…” Jodi looks around, frowning. “Where the hell are they all?”

“Everyone on the ground now!” one of the security men yells, walking out with a huge gun and firing at the ceiling.

“Fucking traitors,” Jasper mutters, pulling his gun and shooting the man in head. That”s what happens when people forget that certain people retained their weapons, and the omegas were never searched.

Security rushes out as the mafia men and omegas fill the space looking confused, and I raise my voice.

“My omegas are missing, and we’ve been betrayed by our security!” I yell, getting everyone’s attention as they turn toward the men attempting to surround us. Pulling my knife in this situation, so I don’t accidentally hurt anyone, I watch as both omegas and alphas do the same, readying to take out the damn trash.

“That’s the last time I accept outside help for security,” one of the Kelly’s grunts as he falls into line with me, gutting a guard who attempts to grab him.

“I need more than that,” I tell him, dodging a punch. Fuck, it’s like they’re coming from everywhere. Jodi’s daughter is grabbed across the room, causing her to scream as she kicks and flails. Thankfully, she’s not a damsel in distress, managing to get away.

She and her father make quick work of killing him, making me shake my head. Yeah, I wouldn’t want to meet Pack Ryan on the wrong end of a fight.

“The security service we use for an event backed out on us at the last minute,” Duncan Kelly states. “I got a call back from them with a number for this service, so I took it.”

“Fuck, I know you didn’t do this on purpose, but I may kill you if I don’t find my mates,” I growl, pulling my gun from my ankle and shooting one of the guards in the head.

Kelly rightly blanches as he realized Flynn and Wren may have been taken, and this security team helped. Seeing Shaw, I wade over to him through the sea of chaos, ducking and dispatching guards as I go. I’ll let Duncan Kelly stew in the weight of his mistakes while I find out why Shaw is currently beating the fuck out of Crowson Murphy.

“What’s going on here?” I bark, keeping my head on a swivel as I make sure no one is going to bother us in this corner as the fight rages on around us.

“Fucker was trying to sneak out,” Shaw grunts. “He’s been texting someone nonstop during our breaks. How likely do you think that he’s responsible for this?”

“Here’s my knife. It doesn’t appear as if your fists are doing much to convince him,” I say with a smile I don’t mean. Shaw bares his teeth at me in thanks as he pulls back Crowson’s hair.

“Who were you texting all this time?” Shaw asks. “Tell me.”

Crowson laughs wildly, not even trying to get away at this point.

“You won’t be able to find them,” he crows. “He’s been looking for her since he sold her, and I just helped things along.”

“Did you have anything to do with these guards?” I ask, kicking one in the face who is getting too close to us.

“That was a stroke of brilliance,” he cackles. “I had a feeling this may not go my way. Then, I smelled the omega, and knew she was Trey’s.”

“What the fuck. After what happened to your omega, why would you do this to us?” I ask. My fingers are twitching to kill him, but it’s obvious there are too many unanswered questions.

Slow and steady. I can’t help Wren or Flynn if I fuck this up.

“She belonged to him first,” he says with a shrug. “I needed some capital, and he said he’d help me if I found her.”

“Motherfucker,” I grunt. That’s all the time I give Shaw to pull away the knife as my foot meets Crowson’s face, knocking him out.

“The guards belong to Crowson,” Shaw roars. “Kill them all!”

Screams and yells rage through the room as the rest of the guards are dispatched. I think Crowson forgot that when push comes to shove, every single one of us is deadly. Even the daughters of the mafia bosses and made men have been taught how to defend themselves, because this life is dangerous.

Corbin stalks through the room to stand in front of us, a butcher knife in his hand. God only knows where the hell he found that when there’s no food being offered tonight.

“What the fuck is going on here?” he growls.

“Your brother is an asshole,” I mutter. “He orchestrated the guards being switched last minute so they’d be his men, and alerted the man who had abused my omega for years that she was here.”

Corbin’s covered in blood, and it makes his glare even more intense as he looks down at his brother who is currently sprawled out on the floor.

“For what purpose? After what happened to Hillary…”

“Money,” Shaw grunts. “There’s a lot of unanswered questions I don’t have the time to torture out of him, because both of my omegas are missing.”

Corbin slowly pales in horror as he nods, motioning for some betas to come help him with his brother.

“Go, get your mates,” he rasps, forcing in a breath. “I’ll take him to one of the warehouses to hang until you return with them.”

My boss has a lot of faith in us, and I can only nod.

“What do you need?” Callum Kelly asks.

“A quiet place to track Flynn and Wren,” I tell him, looking around for Ambrose. Stalking toward us, his dark eyes are deadly as he waits for a report.

“Of course,” Callum says. “That’s the least we can do. I’m so sorry.”

I refuse to respond to that as he walks deeper into the house to give us a space to work.

“We’re going to interrogate everyone, including the last of the guards who are alive before we kill them,” Callum says as he begins to shut the door.

“Hey, Callum?” Shaw says, as he looks down at his hands. They’re surprisingly free of blood, though his face and clothes are covered in it.

“Yeah,” he grunts.

“Find out if Crowson knows where Trey lives, please,” Shaw says politely as he pulls out his phone to see where the tracker has them placed. “I want to see exactly how close they were, since Trey typically won’t let anyone go there without being blindfolded.”

“Got it,” he says. “How do you plan to find them?”

“I had them chipped with trackers when they were sleeping,” Shaw explains. “I had a feeling something would happen tonight, and I don’t dick around with my people.”

“Fucking alphas,” Callum mutters as he leaves, as if he’s not one. Rolling my eyes, I push Ambrose to the bathroom with me to wash our hands. Dried blood is a pain in the ass to clean off later.

“What do you see?” I ask Shaw as I scrub my hands.

“They’re moving really fucking fast,” Shaw says, confused. “Wouldn’t we have heard a helicopter?”

“Not necessarily,” I sigh as I scrub faster.

“Motherfucker,” Ambrose growls. “I hope you’re prepared to break a lot of speeding laws tonight.”

“Bet on it,” Shaw growls. “Clean up, grab your weapons, and then we’re off to find our omegas.”

Trey has no idea the shit storm he’s about to bring down on himself. Taking a breath, I check the bond, frowning when I still can’t feel either of them. If they’re traveling by helicopter the way we think they are, then this would make sense.

“Trey probably drugged them both,” Ambrose says, voice strained as he dries his hands. “It would explain why I can’t feel Flynn. Distance affects it too.”

“Ready?” Shaw barks, not bothering to clean up. Blowing out a breath, I nod as I grab a towel and quickly dry my hands.

“Let’s do it,” I say, tossing the terry cloth to the side and leaving the bathroom. Amb is practically on my heels as we exit the room with Shaw.

“Weapons and to the car,” Shaw rumbles. Words are hard outside of commands when so much of our world has been ripped away from us in such a short amount of time.

“Wait,” Jasper yells, jogging to catch up to us. There’s a makeshift black bandage along the back of his head, and his balance is a lot better than it was earlier. “You’re going to need help.”

“Are you asking or telling me?” Shaw asks, glaring at the butler to get out of his way as he stalks into the weapons check closet.

Handing out weapons, Shaw ignores him as Jas shifts on his feet. It probably wasn’t his fault that our omegas were taken, but because he was guarding them, it’s hard not to lay blame at his feet.

“I owe Flynn and Wren for tonight,” Jasper admits. “I need to help.”

“Fine,” Ambrose says, surprising me. “Everyone deserves a second chance, just don’t fuck this one up.”

With that shining nugget of wisdom, he turns his back on us all to load up on weapons. Jasper nods, grabbing the misplaced firearms that were taken from his person earlier, and then we’re on our way.

“Boys!” Corbin yells as Shaw opens the front door to leave.

Turning over his shoulder to glance at him, Shaw stares at him for a moment. Communicating without words, Corbin nods after a moment.

“The tides are shifting, and I understand your allegiance needs to also be with your omegas. We’ll need to talk soon, but that can wait. Bring them back safely,” he says softly.

Nodding, we walk out the door and don’t look back, our SUV already being pulled up for us.

This godforsaken night is teaching me a lot, most of all that we’re never leaving the fucking house with our mates again.

The world is hazy, and at one point it feels as if I’m flying. Is that possible? Groaning, I finally feel as if I’m traveling up through sludge. I vaguely remember a man hurting Wren and I, and I need to wake up.

My omega needs me. Whimpering, I finally take a breath and force my eyes open, even as the light around me hurts them. I’m laying on a gray carpeted floor of some kind of frilly pink girl’s room. It’s creepy how much this room reminds me of a young person’s bedroom.

Where the fuck are we?

Breathing hard, I try to move, but can’t because my arms are tightly bound behind me. Even then, I feel sluggish and slow from whatever it was that he injected me with. Forcing myself to move my head, I see Wren a short distance away, unmoving.

“Wren,” I hiss, remembering the taser the man hit her with. “Baby, please.”

Her arms are unbound and I see her fingers twitch, but she’s still knocked out. The click of a door unlocking to my right sounds, and I’m torn between pretending to still be knocked out or not. Fuck, if he’s an alpha he’ll be able to tell, so I decide not to perpetuate the charade.

The door opens dramatically, slamming into the wall.

“Wren! Rise and shine, sleepy head!” the alpha yells with a flourish, making her gasp as she jerks awake.

Things are pointing toward this man being the alpha who bought her as a child, and if that’s the case, we are very fucked. I just don’t understand why he’s going through all of this trouble.

“I leave you alone for a little over a month and you become a woman,” Trey snarls, stalking across the room to tangle his fingers in Wren’s curls.

Yanking her head back, his lips smirk at her cry of pain as she blinks up at him.

“Trey,” she whispers, chest beginning to heave in panic. “Why wouldn’t you just leave me alone? You sold me.”

Backhanding her, Trey ignores my yell of anger as I struggle to my knees. The room spins, making me feel nauseous. My bonds are completely quiet, almost as if they’ve disappeared, but Wren I can hear fine. Deciding it’s the distance, I force myself to keep a level head in front of my omega’s biggest nightmare.

“Yes, Trey, do tell,” I taunt him. I want him away from Wren, and don’t really care what happens to me as long as she’s safe.

Ignoring me again, he stares down at Wren, and the blood that’s now trailing from a cut on her mouth.

“The second I left the auction hall, I knew I was making a mistake, but I ignored my instincts. That bitch Ophelia wouldn’t tell me who you were sold to,” Trey complains. His hair is a mess as it sticks out in all directions, probably because he’s been running his fingers through it so many times.

“I’ve been making connections with people who want my influence to enter into business with me, making promises with weak men who may come across your presence,” Trey says. “I’ve sullied my person coming into contact with these people, Wren. It’s all your fault! Why did you have to grow up!”

My horror grows as I come to understand how sick this alpha truly is. He wants a little girl, but it’s hard to pretend when Wren is dressed as a beautiful, grown ass omega.

“I was never going to stay ten forever,” Wren says, her voice cracking with strain. “You know you’re unable to restrain yourself around me from going into a rut. Why bring me back?”

I’m learning so much from watching their interaction together, and my horror is turning into anger. Wren should never have been put into this situation as a child, and if her parents weren’t already dead, I’d be sending my guys to do the honor.

Trey touches one of Wren’s curls before moving on to smear her lipstick across her face. He’s attempting to make her look unkept and ugly, but all I see is a bully and a very unwell alpha.

“If you’re going to be a whore for a pack, then you may as well be my whore,” Trey mutters. “The hair, the makeup, this goddamn dress are all very pretty, but you’re still allowing alphas and that omega to defile you.”

I want to deny it, tell him that she’s our mate, but hold my tongue. I don’t know if it’ll make him hurt her, and I’d rather die than allow her to feel more pain than he’s already given her.

“I think you have things very twisted… Ahhh!” Wren cries out, chest heaving when he punches her in the face.

“Goddamn it, if you need a punching bag, I’m right fucking here!” I yell at him, stumbling to my feet.

Breathing in deeply, Trey grins. “Chocolate and custard, how fortunate. I heard you bought her for two million dollars, little omega. No one does that without reason,” he says. Frowning hard for a moment, he barks out a laugh, making my heart drop. Fucking hell. He figured it out all himself.

“Little Wren grew up and found herself a pack,” he taunts her. “Do they know how pathetic you are? Do they alpha command you to be their whore, knowing you can’t help but do as they say?”

It’s disgusting the way he twists Wren’s omega instincts to please an alpha. It’s never meant to be like this, and the fact that he’s flaunting her supposed weaknesses makes my stomach pitch.

“Real alphas don’t have to command me to do anything,” she says, scowling. Her body is still slightly twitching from the electricity he pushed through her system, making me see red.

“She’s right. Our alphas refuse to force her to do anything,” I tell him. “Only assholes with tiny dicks have to force omegas to be subservient to them with an alpha command. Sorry about your dick-situation.”

It takes a second for him to understand what I’m saying as I smile serenely, and Trey tosses Wren aside so hard she bounces off the wall. I don’t have a moment to check on her because he stalks over to me, his hand wrapping around my throat. Gritting my teeth as he squeezes harder, I glare at him, spitting in his face.

“My dick will split your asshole in two,” he growls. “It’s unfortunate you’re not as perfect as Wren, and I won’t be able to command you not to slick, but that may not be a problem.”

Trey is foul, his acrid scent making me want to get away from him. Black spots appear in my vision, my ears ringing as he continues to squeeze my throat. My body may be a disappointment to him, because even though I may not desire him, I’ll still produce slick regardless. I’m heavily dialed into my omega instincts, and I was made to take a knot.

I just never dreamed it would be an alpha that isn’t mine.

Struggling, I try to kick him away, but whatever he injected me with is sapping my energy still.

“I love when they fight, just ask my little whore,” Trey says, dragging me to the pink covered bed. I swear it’s as if a five year old puked in here. My skin crawls as he shoves me down on the mattress and I continue to try to fight him off.

“Trey, no,” Wren rasps, crawling toward us jerkily. Slowly, she struggles to stand, hands up. “Don”t hurt him. You can do whatever you want to me, but please. I’m begging you.”

A tear rolls down her cheek at her words, and I hate that she’s reduced to tears for this bastard. This would be easier if my metabolism would dump the sedative he gave me, but it’s taking its sweet time.

“Anything is a very sweet deal, but I think I’d rather watch you die inside,” Trey says, pulling a knife from his pocket. Releasing my throat, he allows me to suck in a breath as he pulls my hair back to firmly push the weapon at my jugular.

Holding my breath, I won’t dare breathe for fear that he’ll cut me. Even still, I can feel a drop of blood slowly sliding down my skin, because he still nicked me. Fuck, that’s sharp.

“Don’t take another step, Wren,” Trey barks. I can feel the command in his words, and my eyes roll to look at her. Finally I can see her frozen, eyes wide in fear.

There’s so much sadness, guilt, and anger in her gaze as she stares at me. I fucking hate this man.

“Good girl. I want you to watch me knot this pathetic little omega’s ass. It’s not you, but I haven’t fucked anyone since I sold you,” Trey says. “See this knife?”

The sharp blade is removed from my throat, but his other hand is still tightly holding my hair.

“Oops, butter fingers,” he jokes, tossing the knife a foot away from her. “I want you to watch as I fuck him, listen to his cries, and know the blade is so close, but you can’t save him.”

I can feel his hardness against my ass as he grinds against it, making me whine in fear. Wren sobs, and I shake my head the best I can. No, I have to be strong. Fuck.

“Darling, you’re fine. We’re fine. No matter what happens, I understand,” I tell her, my voice breaking. The knife is a taunt, and her eyes move wildly between the weapon and me.

“No. Trey, please. You don’t have to do this,” she says, screaming as Trey unbuckles my pants and pulls them down. I’m in the unfortunate position of presenting for an alpha, and struggle to buck him off, even as slick begins to slowly drip from my ass.

I can’t control my body, but I do not want this.

“Shut up, Wren,” Trey alpha barks, slapping my ass before shoving three fingers into my tight hole. His other hand is leaning heavily against my shoulder blades, so I’m pinned to the damn mattress. I have so many regrets right now, and being so sensitive to sedatives is one of them. Grunting in pain, I gasp as he pumps his fingers inside of me.

My cock is uninterested at least, laying flaccid against me. My lungs are locking up in panic, and I shut down a whimper of pain. Wren can’t help me, I can’t help myself for fuck’s sake, but I can keep her calm. This isn’t her fault…

Oh ow. God.

Tears fill my eyes as Trey removes his fingers, yanks down his pants, and shoves his large mushroom tip inside of my ass without any fanfare. His cock is dry as a bone as he moves us, so Wren can see my grimace of pain as he works his cock into my ass.

I was wrong. I may not have seen his dick yet, but he’s thick.

Tears cascade down Wren’s cheeks, her body twitching, but I can hear screaming through the bond. God, my poor girl.

“Wren,” I gasp, gritting my teeth. “Baby, you have my heart. He can’t touch that. Look at me.”

Her eyes are glued to Trey and his cock as his hand grips my hip to keep me in place as he thrusts deeper inside of me. Fire lights up through every nerve ending despite the small amount of slick that I’m producing, making me gasp in pain as he grunts. I can tell he’s nearing a rut, and fear threatens to stop my heart. Instead, I wrap every important piece of my soul up so he can’t touch it, speaking words of truth to my girl.

“Wren!” I scream, forcing her eyes to move to me. Whimpers of anger slip through her lips, despite his command to be quiet, making me wonder if she’ll be able to break the command. The screaming through the bond continues, making me think if I push her, she’ll be successful.

I’m sorry, baby girl.

“Look at me, not him. Come on,” I tell her. Her eyes stay on me and I see her fingers twitching furiously. “I love you so much, okay? None of this is your fault.”

“Flynn,” she whispers, gasping as she realizes she was able to speak.

“That’s it, Darling,” I say, eyes closing as I feel Trey’s fingers dig into my hip. His hips piston forcefully, and I can feel his knot ghosting along my opening. God, I hope it doesn’t come to that.

Come on, Wren. Break his alpha bark.

Gasping, I open my eyes, unable to help the tears that begin to fall. This is so fucked up, I’m going to have nightmares right alongside my girl. This alpha is one of the worst humans who has ever walked the earth, and needs to die.

Trey isn’t even listening to me, grunting as he fucks me. “So tight. Strangling my cock like such a good boy,” he mutters. “Wren, I’m going to knot him, fill him up with cum, and then I’ll slit his throat. It’ll ruin the pretty bed sheets, but that’s fine. I’ll change them after I knot you in his blood. Need to knot, have to.”

“Wren, baby, eyes on me,” I remind her as she visibly shakes. She’s fighting so hard, and I can see she’s close to breaking it. “You’re my girl. My omega. You can do this. Focus on me, our pack, and that fucking knife.”

Her bare foot slides forward on the floor, and her eyes leap over to Trey. I feel his knot pushing against me, and I clench, trying to keep him out.

“You’re not keeping me out,” he grunts. “My hole. Rut, knot, now.”

His acrid pheromones fill the room, making me choke. God, I don’t know how Wren survived so many years with him. He’s losing his mind to a rut, and it’s making him even stronger as he leans over me, shoving my face into the mattress.

“Wren!” I scream, unable to hold back as I feel him push and shove his knot inside of me. My asshole tries to open, doing what biology asks of it, and I whine in pain. “No!”

“Never again,” my girl whispers, stepping forward and bending to scoop up the knife. Her limbs are still trying to fight her as she moves, and she shakes her head as she tries to push away the command. The knife easily slides through the dress material as she cuts away the bottom so she can move easier. “No more.”

Trey is still oblivious as he gets thrown into a rut, only looking up when Wren screams wordlessly, her now shorter dress no match for her legs as she runs and jumps on his back.

There’s no revenge quite like an omega scorned.

Holding on like a spider monkey, the first thrust of the knife sinks into Trey’s upper back. He’s leaning over my omega as he rapes him, with one hand gripping Flynn’s hip, while the other one grips his hair as he pushes him into the mattress. Trey is lost to his alpha rut, though he grunts in pain as the knife slices him.

“You little bitch,” he growls. “You should still be frozen in fear, watching in punishment for leaving me.”

“I didn’t leave you, you psychotic asshole!” I screech, pulling the knife out, ignoring the squelching sound. “You’re never going to stop unless I stop you!”

Every word is punctuated by me as I slice and stab him. Needing him away from Flynn, I plant my feet on Flynn’s sides, pushing us away. Trey’s haze leaves him as the pain overtakes his attention, standing up as he lets go of Flynn. Thankfully, he’s not locked in with his knot, and I hold onto his hair, so he can’t knock me off his back.

Riding on an enraged alpha’s back while he’s raping my omega isn’t something I ever thought I’d do. I hope I never am in this position again. Flynn still has his hands tied to his back, which makes it difficult to help me as he grits his teeth and tries to push Trey’s cock out of him with his ass muscles.

Finally, Trey pops out of Flynn’s ass, making him lose his balance as he flies back and runs into the wall with me still attached. Gasping as he knocks the wind out of me, I cough as rage descends over me.

I’m unable to breathe or speak, I wordlessly shove the knife repeatedly into his back, blood spilling over his skin as he now bangs me into the wall again and again in an attempt to knock me off. My legs are tightly wrapped around his waist, and his hard cock is flailing in the air as I stab him.

“Fucking die!” I scream, my blood spattered fingers getting a hold of his hair as I yank it back. The knife presses into his neck, and then quickly, Trey stills.

“You don’t want to do that, Wren,” he growls, attempting to use his alpha bark on me. Pursing my lips, I shake my head as I don’t even feel a twinge.

“Doesn’t work anymore,” I state, watching as Flynn rolls up onto his feet, pants hindering his steps as he walks over to me.

Grumbling, Flynn steps out of them, his dick out in the air, so he can kick Trey between the legs.

“Down you go, asshole,” he grunts, watching as Trey falls to his knees with a cry. Legs dropping to the floor, I hold tightly onto Trey’s hair.

“Turn around,” I say breathlessly to Flynn. Doing as I say, I carefully slice through the rope, allowing his hands to be free so he can get dressed again.

Trey shot me full of a lot of voltage, and I’m feeling a little spacy after he slammed me around. Still, I force myself to stay present as I push Trey over onto his side.

“Will you hold him for me?” I rasp, dropping to my knees. I need to remove certain appendages from Trey before I can kill him. I’m not typically a malicious person, but something snapped in me when I saw him hurting Flynn.

Never again.

“Yes, Wren,” he says softly. There’s track marks along his face from his tears, and it makes me livid. I want to destroy this alpha, but he may not live long enough for me to exact my revenge.

I don’t have the knowledge of how to keep someone alive during torture. It seems that’s my alphas’ specialty. I don’t know when they’ll find us, so I need to make sure this is done, so we can contact them.

Flipping Trey onto his back, Flynn holds him down by his neck, his legs pinning the alpha’s arms as well. Flynn is still suffering the effects of whatever he was injected with, and is moving slowly. That’s fine, because I kneel on Trey’s thighs, making sure his pants are pulled down to his knees.

Picking up the knife I had put to the side, I stab it down into his thigh, twisting it to inflict pain and damage.

“You have a penchant for touching things that don’t belong to you,” I tell him, my voice throaty and low from stress. “Today, you went too far.”

Humming to myself, I stab, stab, stab different areas of his legs, just for the joy of hearing him scream. On the other side of my bond with Flynn, there’s absolutely no judgment, and as I get the courage to glance up at him, his green eyes are clear and open.

He nods for me to continue, and I’m reminded that we are part of a pack with alphas who are killers. It’s easy for me to forget that due to how careful they are with me now. It’s so at odds with men who play Penis Picasso because those alphas hurt me.

While I may not have the stomach or knowledge to attempt something like that because with my luck Trey will bleed out before I’m done, I can still have my fun as the blood pools underneath him.

Thank goodness black hides blood so well.

Grimacing as I wrap my hand around Trey’s cock, I cough as it gets harder in my hand.

“If this was foreplay, you should have just said so,” he says, choking as Flynn squeezes his hand tighter around his throat.

“You will not speak to her,” he grunts. “She’s mine.”

Smirking at him with a nod, I stab Trey’s engorged knot, enjoying the strangled scream he gives me.

“I love you, Flynn,” I say as I work. “I’m really sorry.”

Wondering if I can slice off the alpha’s knot, I start working on that, so I don’t have to meet my omega’s eyes.

“You’re apologizing for breaking through an alpha’s bark with sheer will and saving me. Yep, makes perfect sense from my delusional, murderous omega,” Flynn says in amusement.

Glancing up at him, I giggle. “I was going to say this was my fault, but when you put it that way… Done, you won’t need that anymore. It’s an empty sack, just like you,” I tell Trey, throwing it away with a wrinkling of my nose.

“So gross,” I mutter. “I don’t think he needs his cock, either, right?”

“Nope, better work fast before he passes out, beautiful,” Flynn coaches as if we’ve done this a million times together.

My omega allows Trey to breathe as he relaxes his hand around his throat, only for him to release obscenities as he struggles against us.

“You fucking bitch! I’m going to kill you!” he screams.

Nodding indulgently, I start to cut his cock off at the root.

“I’m sure that’s the delusion you’re building in your addled pain-filled mind,” I say in sympathy. “Fucking sucks for you.”

Flynn snorts, shaking his head in amusement.

“You’re really gorgeous when you’re killing people, Little One,” he says.

Preening, I’m surprised when the cock comes free as my knife does its job, pouring out blood as Trey screams. Knowing my time is growing short, I crawl up his body, knowing he won’t be able to hurt me now, and attempting to avoid most of the spraying of blood.

I’m not entirely successful in this, and have a feeling there’s blood in my hair too.

Fantastic.

Taking a breath because there’s weird sparkly white spots bursting across my vision, I look down at Trey, appreciative as Flynn moves his hand grabbing the alpha’s hair to bare his throat to me.

“You’ve taken so much from me,” I say, memorizing the gasping breaths he makes as he writhes. He can’t cover the hole I made between his legs either, because Flynn’s still kneeling on his arms, so he looks like a fish out of water. It’s honestly pretty gross. “You’ll never take anything else again. My sanity, my heart, and my soul are safe from you.”

Slitting his throat, I close my eyes as the spray hits my face, gagging as some of it gets into my mouth. Pulling me into his arms, Flynn takes off his shirt, somehow having lost his jacket at one point. Cleaning off my face until I can see, I blink up at him.

“Get us out of here?” I ask before the world goes black and I pass out in his arms.

Some things are too much, even for an omega who is dissociating.