Knot So Broken: A Dark Mafia Omegaverse

5. Chapter Five

Chapter Five

I t shouldn’t surprise me that Ledger has already caught an Omega's attention already. It was stupid of me to think that he would genuinely be interested in me. Laughable actually.

It felt like my Omega was doing flips during the entire class.

Is that what it's like to have an Alpha’s attention on you in a positive light? I know it's something that I could get dangerously used to.

How couldn’t I? My body is designed for an Alpha. To be theirs. To be the centre for a pack. To take their knot. Omegas need Alphas. That is how it's always been. I know I won’t be afforded that kind of luxury though.

I’m sure my father has some kind of plan for me.

Maybe he plans on marrying me off to someone. No doubt to make himself richer. It would never be for my happiness. That would be hysterical.

My father, considering what is good for me? No. When it comes to him, what is best for me is what serves him. Whatever makes him better in the eyes of his fucked up world. I’m sure the only reason that he actually makes sure I am fed is so that I am desirable to his friends. A skinny, underfed Omega isn’t desirable in his eyes.

Omegas need curves. Handles for Alphas to use while they fuck us.

His words, not mine.

Bile rises up in my throat as I think back to that conversation.

The day I Emerged.

I swallow roughly as I push the memory from my brain. Nope. Not today. What do I even have to offer three Alphas?

Bucket loads of trauma and abuse?

I’m nothing but damaged goods. My father has seen to that.

No Alpha would ever want me.

It's clear that Theo and Ledger were just being kind. That they were just trying to make friends with me as a way to get through their first day. Make friends with the recluse. No doubt they will be sitting with the rest of the Alphas before the end of the day and fawning over the unmated Omega’s during lunch time. Participating in the pissing contest each break.

The thought of the daily ritual makes me sick. Yet the designations seem to get a kick out of it.

I couldn’t think of anything worse than showing myself off like a show pony. Covering my entire face with makeup. Wearing revealing clothes just to entice a pack into bed. I’m not even desperate enough to do that to make my heat more bearable. Even though I still haven’t had one even after all these years.

I’d prefer to go through the pain I learned comes with being Alphaless during a heat. At least that's what Mrs. Reed said.

It's not like I’m a stranger to the feeling. Pain and I are old friends. Forever doomed to walk this earth together .

I rush into Math, finding an empty seat right at the back of the class. I shuffle down in my seat, concealing myself straight away.

It's better this way. Fading into the background where I belong.

It still hurts though.

It felt good to hold Ledger’s attention. Even though I couldn’t help but question Theo’s intentions at the time, it still felt nice to have his soul focus on me. The remnants of the feeling of their eyes on me during Designation still tingle through my body.

I managed to completely avoid Ledger, Theo and their friend - Jax ? -for the entire day. There were a couple close calls though.

I’ve never had to hide from a pack like this before. It feels wrong to do so but I know that I need to. If only for the fact that I know hanging around a pack would do nothing but ensure I got a beat down.

I didn't linger in any place for too long and once the bell rang, I collected my belongings and ran the entire way home.

I know that I shouldn’t have, especially as a stitch under my ribs tries to bring me down on the pathway only feet from my destination. Panting, I make it to the front door without any issues.

Closing the door behind me, I sigh as I lean against the painted wood and try to catch my breath. Although, it becomes difficult to breathe as new, unfamiliar scents tickle my nose. The citrus smells curdle my stomach instantly and I have to cover my mouth so I don’t cop a lashing from my stomach contents landing on the floor.

“Kennedy! In here!”

The sound of my father’s voice calling from his office has me swallowing down the bile. Placing my bag down out of the way at the bottom of the stairs, I quickly fix my hair as best as I can, wiping away the sweat on my brow and upper lip before taking the final steps to the door.

Whoever my father is entertaining will be someone of importance, that is something I know for sure. Being unpresentable isn’t an option. Perfection is a must. An Omega should be nothing but.

Once I am satisfied enough, I turn the doorknob. The scents hit me the moment I enter the room. It takes everything in me to not react negatively. Instead, I put the most gentle smile on my face, one that is utterly fake and heavily practiced. One that my father approves of.

My father sits behind his mahogany desk doing his best to look like an Alpha. Dressed in all black, his suit jacket buttons threaten to pop where he remains blind to the fact he should have sized up. I don’t know if it is just arrogance that forced my hand to ensure he got the same size he has worn for the last twenty years.

Twenty years that have been unkind for him.

His face is worn from years of pretending to be something he isn’t. His hair has balded significantly over the years. Now, he keeps it clean-shaven just like his face. He stands, coming over to me with his arms out in a welcoming hug. He places a hand on my shoulder, squeezing to the point of pain as he aims at me with a fierce look that makes me cower. Turning back towards the men, that fake look is back on his face. “Mullen pack, this is my beautiful Omega daughter, Kennedy.”

I finally allow myself to look at the Alpha pack that slowly rise from the leather couches.

The first Alpha has a predatory look on his face as he begins making his way towards me .

I don’t bother to even try to keep eye contact with him as I drop my head to the floor. A rumbling noise comes from his chest and I know that I did the right thing. It doesn’t fill me with satisfaction like the noise that came from Theo did.

My father steps away from me as he gives the Alpha a chance to walk around me.

I stiffen as he picks up a strand of my hair, bringing it to his nose and smelling it. “Mmm, she smells divine. Although, I sense other Alphas on her.”

My stomach drops and I feel the color drain from my face.

Fuck no. This isn’t happening.

“That would most likely be because she attends Ridgeview Academy. You know what some of those younger Alphas are like.” My father waves his hand in nonchalance. Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as the Alpha nods his head, “Hmm, makes sense. Even back when we attended some of them could never control themselves.” The Alphas behind him laugh like what he said is some kind of joke I am not privy to. My father laughs along with them but I know he doesn’t understand what they are talking about.

“Your daughter is quite delightful, Calvin,” I hear one of the other Alphas say as he comes up behind the other Alpha still lingering close to me.

“Thank you, Jaiden. I ensure that she takes great pride in herself.”

Jaiden takes a slow circle around me before he stops directly in front of me. Reaching his hand up, he grips my chin, bringing my face up so I am able to look directly at him. His brown eyes do nothing for me. There is no denying that he is attractive. His face is angled in the right ways that give him a look that would have many Omegas on their knees before him. But I have seen perfection, and it's not him.

He smiles at me, the look on his face letting me know that he is a good guy. Which is strange because the other Alpha made me feel uneasy.

“What do you think, Jaiden?” The first Alpha asks.

“I think she is beautiful, don’t you, Ronan?”

“She smells good too,” Ronan chuckles. I watch from the corner of my eye as he crosses his arms over his chest as he watches me.

My skin crawls and I swallow as Jaiden eventually lets go of my chin. Keeping my head up, I divert my eyes to the ground.

Jaiden doesn’t move for a moment but a shove from behind him jolts him out of the road, “Stop hogging her.”

The next Alpha’s voice is deeper. My skin instantly pebbles and I go on high alert. The guy just chuckles, thinking he did something right. Instead, I know that this Alpha is no good. Without hesitation, he winds his arms around me, bringing my body into his. I feel his hard cock against my stomach and it curls in repulsion.

I shiver, making him chuckle as he brings his nose to my ear.

“That's enough, Charles.”

The Alpha steps away from me, as another takes his place. The guy slaps Charles in the stomach, making him back up further.

“Our time will come. You need to learn patience,” the Alpha murmurs as he takes stock of me too.

“Easy for you to say, Trent. She’s delicious.”

Trent just scoffs but doesn’t give him anything else. This Alpha’s perusal of me feels more calculated, but just as disturbing, as the others .

His scent is sour as he stalks around me.

I vaguely see him nod before he takes a step back. It's a relief that he doesn’t touch me but it doesn't ease all of my fears in regards to this ‘meeting’.

I know what this is.

My father is finally showing me to packs. He is ready to sell me off.

After a moment, he excuses me.

Turning, I ensure my movements are slow as to not cause any suspicion as to how

this has made me feel.

“See you soon, doll.”

I hesitate halfway through the open door, turning back and finding Charles smirking at me.

Once the door has closed behind me, I make a beeline for the stairs, grabbing my bag in my rush. Taking the stairs two at a time, I don’t waste any time getting to my room. The thought of one of those Alphas coming after me makes me feel sick.

I know that my father wouldn't stop them. The thought of any of them coming near me makes my skin feel itchy.

Locking my door behind me, I rush straight towards the bathroom, pulling at my clothes until they are discarded on the ground.

Turning on just the hot water, I step into the spray refusing to curse as it scolds my skin. I don’t care though. I need to remove the feeling of them from my skin. Their touch, while seemingly innocent apart form whatever the fuck that was with Charles, lingers even long after I have scrubbed myself raw.

I go through an entire bottle of scent neutralizing wash as well as some flowery smelling soap I found while grocery shopping .

After using an excess of product on my skin, I eventually begin to settle as I collapse back onto the tiled wall of the shower. I drop my head and close my eyes. I have known for a long time that my father would eventually find a pack for me. I knew that I would never have a choice in the matter but the fact that that time is now here makes me panic.

I thought I had time. Time to add more money to the stash I have been hiding in a slit in my mattress all these years. Time to build up the courage to finally run. But now, I know I don’t have any left.

He is taking control from me.

My life isn’t my own and it never has been.

I sigh before turning the shower off. Wrapping myself in a scratchy towel, I dry myself before finding pyjamas to get dressed in.

I know better than to go downstairs now. I don’t expect the Alphas to be gone for a while and I can’t run into them again.

Instead, I pull out books and begin the assignments we have already been given. Once the sun has gone down, I finally allow myself to venture downstairs. While the citrus scent of the Mullen pack still lingers, it has significantly diluted and I know I’m at least safe for now.

Entering the kitchen, I begin my chores for the night. I cook an array of food for my father and whatever men he will have at his side for the night .

The dining room is thankfully empty as I begin setting out the meats and sides in the middle of the table.

The door opening behind me has me startling but I don’t allow it to stop me from what I am doing.

The touch of hands on my hips has me freezing, a plate of mash potatoes in my hand dangerously close to slipping out.

The touch begins moving over me and it doesn't surprise me who is taking liberties they shouldn’t.

“I’ve heard Calvin is finally organised for packs to start meeting you, Omega. I thought I would have had a bit more time in trying to convince him that you should be mine.” Derrick’s voice whispers in my ear.

For years it has been the same song and dance with this particular Beta. He started off as a young gun, desperate to climb ranks with whatever dodgy deals my father was trying to spin at the time. He must have done something impressive because he quickly became Calvin’s right hand man.

He also became one of my biggest tormentors.

I will myself not to react.

It feels like my life is a constant state of not overreacting in regards to men. Instead, I continue with putting down the potatoes ever so carefully, standing back up to full height to dislodge Derrick.

“Yes, I met with the Mullen pack today,” I say quietly, ensuring that the tone of my voice gives nothing away.

Derrick scoffs as he follows me to where my trolley sits with the rest of the sides, “The Mullen pack are a bunch of thick-headed Alphas. Only thing going for them is the size of their bank accounts given to them by their parents. ”

Surprisingly, that is the first thing I have ever agreed with Derrick about. I did notice that the Mullens had an air of superiority about them, one that only comes with having money. I just hum, not giving much of an answer to him as I grab the bowl of beans and place it on the table. I don’t get much further as Derrick spins me, making me squeal at the rudeness of his movement.

For the fourth time today, a man has touched me when I don’t want it. While both Ledger and Theo’s touch was unexpected, it didn’t repulse me. Not like the Mullen pack’s and Derrick. He pulls me against him so my core is pushing against his thigh. I hate the way my body reacts to the touch. The spike of pleasure as he holds me closer to him. Even though he is a Beta, he can smell my arousal which only adds to the delight on his face even as head rages. I am furious I can’t help my body's reaction. That I can’t stop the side of me that craves the touch Derrick is giving me, even though it repulses me.

“You will be mine, Kennedy. I won’t let any of those packs have you. Your father will see just how perfect giving you to me will be. I will give you everything you could ever want and in return, you will bend over and present that perfect slutty little pussy to me like I know you have been wanting to do all these years.”

I whimper as I begin to sweat. My heart thumps in my chest as I dart my gaze around looking for an exit.

Just as I go to push the Beta off me, the sound of footsteps outside the door has Derrick stepping away. He carefully adjusts his suit, leaving me stunned at the change of demeanor as my father and a few of his men step through the door .

Seeing him has me returning to myself. Grabbing my trolley, I dash from the dining room, leaving behind the sound of the men laughing, no doubt to my detriment.

That night, I cry myself to sleep, much like I do every other night. Nightmares plague me. Dreams of Alpha’s hands touching me. Taking from me. Desperate Betas that can’t seem to keep their hands to themselves whispering in my ear about all the things they plan on doing to me. My father’s face as he watches a pack take me away. Terror as I am beaten again and again.

My throat is hoarse when I wake in the morning. The sun blinds me through the cracks in my curtains and it takes me a moment to see through the blurriness. Sitting up, I check the time.

8:00am stares back at me like a bad omen. My stomach drops as I launch out of bed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Never in my life have I dared to be late for a day of school. Even from the early years I always ensured that I was dressed, had my bed made and ate well before it was time to go to school.

Yet today, I know that I am fucked.

Finding the first pair of jeans that I can see, I pull them on before finding a knitted sweater that I know will be suitable and approved by Calvin .

Finding a brush, I pull my hair up into a ponytail, leaving a few tendrils to frame my face. I slip on the same converse I was wearing yesterday, thankful that I was already wearing socks.

Grabbing my bag, I race down the stairs making sure, yet again, my feet are light as I make the way to the door.

I manage to avoid my father’s wrath as I begin sprinting in the direction of Ridgeview. I berate myself the entire way as the pain of my ribs yet again threatens to see me fail. I know that I can’t stop.

Stopping would result in my being late. Being late would result in my father finding out. Calvin learning of my tardiness would bring me pain that is unthinkable. Thankfully, by the luck of some higher power, I make it to the front door of the academy just as the bell rings.

Even though I am the last person in the room, I sigh as I sit down in my seat knowing that I won’t be punished for my late wake up call.

I startle as hands smack down on the desk in front of me. I yelp as I look up at the person standing in front of me.

The guy whose name I didn’t get to know yesterday stares down at me. His eyes are hard but it does nothing to distract from the beauty of his face. His gaze is hard and penetrates my soul. He is angry. Wild at that.

His knuckles whiten from where his hands grip the edge of the desk. I hear the wood groan under his grip.

My eyes travel up his dark skin. I follow the veins that pop beneath his skin, unable to stop myself from being drawn to them. His muscles that tighten the sleeves of his shirt tense under my gaze.

His rum and sandalwood scent tingles my senses. I feel my core clench as the scent muddles my brain. I should be terrified, not aroused .

Movement causes me to snap my head up towards him. He has moved right into my space, his face right in front of my own. I can’t help but cower away from him as that terror now overcomes me in waves.

Shaking in spot, I squeeze my eyes tight, waiting for the hit to come. It always does whenever I am faced with the anger of a man.

Yet as the seconds go by, the hit never comes.

Instead, I feel the Alpha close the distance between us. His head comes right up beside my ear. What I don’t expect is for him to dig his nose into my hair, burying his face deep in the strands until his face gazes along my neck. I hear him inhale deeply. It's like he is trying to take his fill of my being. Once inhaled fully, he holds his breath for a moment before letting out the breath through his mouth.

His warm breath on my neck causes a shiver to roll down my spine.

I feel a spark of arousal tighten my core once again. My slick coats my panties but I can’t seem to care. Not when he pulls this kind of feeling from me. Not when the entire class fades

to the background. Not when at this moment it's just him and I. Me and this stranger locked in this moment.

I turn my head to the side, exposing more of my neck to him.

I don’t know why I do it but I know it was the right thing to do for the response he gives me.

The Alpha growls as the mixture of me showing my neck along with my arousal permitting the air around us becomes too much.

I shake as he trails a hand up my arm. Goosebumps trail along my skin as their ascent. I can’t help the whine that escapes my lips. It would shock me if I was in the right frame of mind .

Whining for an Alpha. Perfuming for him. But I’m not. I’m completely enamored. He brushes the hair away from my shoulder giving him clear access to my throat. “You are mine, Little Omega,” he says right before his teeth sink into my neck. I have always wondered what it would be like to be marked by an Alpha. To be claimed by them. All those nights in my room alone with my thoughts, I would travel to this exact moment in time. The moment that I would be claimed by my Alpha. When he would take me away from my life. Where he would give me the freedom I so desperately craved. The sting of his bite is only brief before the pleasure overcomes my system. Ecstasy thumps through me as I feel the bond solidify in my chest.

I gasp as an overwhelming feeling makes my back bow.

There’s no way.

We are always told the stories of scent matches. Fed details on how it feels to meet them. Told that when the bond is solidified, an extra string of connection is formed. The same one that connects the Alpha and I together now.

He’s my scent match. My fated mate.

His teeth extract themselves from my skin and I shiver as his tongue cleans up the mess he made.

Another wave of goosebumps travel over my skin.

Eventually, he pulls away from me just enough that our eyes are able to meet me again. A mixture of emotions run through the light brown orbs.

Desire, shock, infatuation, happiness and remnants of anger.

“Alpha?” I murmur, my voice unsteady.

His responding growl is immediate as his eyes heat.

“My Omega.”

All I can do is stare up at my Alpha in disbelief.

My Alpha. Oh God.