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“I didn’t want to, I swear,” he murmured absently, cutting me off. He shook his head frantically, like it could dispel the memory that had him ensnared. “But I needed the pain to stop. They—they made me beg for them.” His cheeks pinkened with humiliation.

“That wasn’t you,” I told him as fiercely as I could. “Just because your body reacted, didn’t mean you wanted it. Or asked for it. Or whatever other bullshit they’re trying to twist you into believing.”

His eyes shuttered. “But I… I came. Even when they… I still…”

I framed his face with my hands, forcing him to meet my gaze. “It was a normal, physical reaction. I don’t care if you came a million times or drowned them in your slick, Lo. You did nothing wrong.”

His face crumpled. “I tried to tell them to stop but… Haze, he knotted in my mouth. I couldn’t breathe...”

I grimaced, realizing why there was blood around his lips. The skin had torn as whatever alpha’s knot swelled behind his teeth, probably prying his mouth open and ripping the skin.

I’d read romance books where omegas and alphas had oral, but the alpha always took care not to overwhelm the omega. It took a metric ton of trust to willingly have an alpha knot in your mouth, essentially locking you on his dick for the fifteen to thirty minutes it took for his knot to deflate behind your teeth. It left the omega vulnerable in so many ways. And the omega had to be calm and in control so as not to panic and fight, potentially injuring themself and their alpha.

“He’ll do that to you, Hazel,” Logan added. “He’ll do that and worse. It won’t be in a small room like where I was. He’ll want to show his people you’re totally his. You know what a sick fuck he is. Look at Kira.”

Kira. The youngest wife and the one who had been the most willful for years. I’d heard chilling tales of how he’d broken her in front of the followers, sometimes instructing them to join in so he could watch.

“Haze, you gotta run. Leave me?—”

“Not fucking happening,” I growled, the sound more kitten than lioness.

A sad smile twitched on his lips. “You’re my best friend, Hazel. I can’t watch them break you, too.”

“You’re my best friend, too,” I replied, “and there’s no way in hell I’m leaving you behind. If we can’t both get out, then we both stay.”

“Haze…”

“Logan,” I countered, arching a brow.

His shoulders slumped. “It’s never going to end, is it?”

The words crashed against my heart, breaking off another chunk of my soul. “I… I don’t know.”

“Don’t give up.”

Morris’s words were like a haunted echo, ricocheting in my head before they faded away, cutting off completely when the lock scraped against the tumbler. A moment later, the door was yanked open and Miriam stepped in, a smug sort of glee in her eyes.

“Time to get you prepared for tonight, omega,” she hissed, holding up the practically sheer dress.

Logan let out a thin, reedy noise. The distressed sound was like fingernails raking down a chalkboard. A shiver skittered down my spine, goosebumps covering me from shoulders to toes.

“Hazel.” Logan’s hand found mine.

Miriam’s eyes blazed as she stepped into the shack. “Get your filthy hands off of her.”

Having been on the receiving end of Miriam’s fury plenty of times, Logan flinched and let me go. He backpedaled until his feet tripped over his pallet and he collapsed onto it with a whimper.

“I’ve got this, Logan,” I told him, dragging in a ragged breath. “It’s going to be fine.”

It so wasn’t going to be fine, and I definitely didn’t have this.

9

Jude

“This is bullshit,” Jordan bitched as we turned down another aisle of the grocery store, pushing the half empty cart as I handled the already filled one. It took a lot to feed the High Alpha’s chosen people.

I swallowed a snort of disgust, one hundred percent over faking my adoration for that sadistic fucking psycho.

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