Knot So Broken: A Dark Mafia Omegaverse

29. Chapter Twenty Nine

Chapter Twenty Nine

M y return to reality is slow. My head pounds as memories evade me as I try to work out how I got to where I am and how I got here. A dull ache radiates through my body and I can’t help but groan at the stiffness in my limbs as I try to stretch.

I wiggle my body but pause as I feel the surface beneath me. The soft cushioning of the bed beneath me envelopes my body, bringing the feeling of safety to me that my nest has these past few days.

I nestle into the soft sheets, but become restless as the plain scent of laundry detergent fills my nostrils instead of the scents belonging to my pack and I.

Freezing, I blink my crusted eyes open as I take in the room around me. I choke on a gasp as the interior of one of my father’s many spare bedrooms bares down on me like a bad omen. One that sends shivers over my flesh.

I shoot up from the bed, now disgusted with the small amount of comfort I had found in the sheets.

Glancing around the room, I find it completely bare - apart from the bed I am lying on. I’m alone, I finally realize the gaping hole in my chest. Clutching at my heart, tears fall from my eyes without my consent.

I have never felt so empty. So broken.

They are gone. My Alphas are gone. Torn from me just as quickly as I got them.

My memories finally decide that it's the right time to filter back into me, as the sound of the three gunshots rang out from the Manor just as I succumbed to the darkness of the drug injected into my veins.

My hope is gone.

The love that I had finally found is gone. Dead. No doubt left to rot by the men that stole them from me.

Wretched sobs are pulled from my chest as I succumb to the pain of not having them a part of me any more.

It may have only been days that they had wedged their way into my life but they had become everything to me. They gave me the chance to hope again. To become the person that I deserve to be.

Now that they are gone, all of that has just disappeared.

My father now has me in his clutches again.

I know that I now have no hope of escaping him.

Any delusions I had of happiness are gone.

I am trapped. Back to the broken shell I was before them.

I don’t know how long I sob into my knees for. Time seems to evade me as the weight of my heartbreak continues to tear through my chest in waves.

I cry to the point of making myself sick. Any other time I would be embarrassed for making a mess on myself the way I have but I don’t care.

Not anymore .

Eventually a numb feeling comes over me as I collapse into the bed. My sobs dissipate into silent tears as I stare at the stark-white wall.

I hear the sound of the doorknob turning but I don’t give it attention. I don’t care about whoever walks through the door. The only three people I care to see will never be there so what does it matter?

My father’s face comes into my line of sight. He looks disgustingly triumphant. Like he has just won the ultimate prize: me. That is until he takes stock of me and the state I am in.

Curling his lip he raises his hand and slaps me across the cheek as he screams abuse at me.

I don’t feel it.

The pain doesn’t register.

My body isn’t registering pain anymore. It has already experienced the pinnacle of agony. Nothing will ever be worse than losing my Alphas.

Lying in my own mess as my father hurls insults at me, I wish for nothing but death. For the grim reaper to finally put me out of my misery. To allow me to follow my Alphas into the afterlife. To be with them like I am so desperate for.

Taking my next breath is pointless when I know that they never will again.

Staring at the veins I can see glowing through my pale skin, I curse the blood pumping through them, wishing that it could just flow onto the ground beneath me instead.

Jostling of my body brings my attention towards two Beta women that are currently pulling me up from the bed. I can’t muster up any strength to help them take me wherever they have been ordered to .

Struggling, they drag me towards the adjoining ensuite bathroom where freezing cold water is doused over my naked body.

I feel as though I am taking a backseat ride in my life. I feel detached from reality. Like there is a smoke screen between me and my new existence.

I feel the Betas clean me with the scent of soap that I know would make my stomach curl if I was at the forefront of my mind. It was just another one of my father’s torture methods. He never cared that certain scents were like acid to Omegas. Any small comfort was ripped from me with great pleasure, like he is trying to do now.

It's futile though. He has already broken me.

I don’t realize I have been pulled out of the shower until I am collapsing into a seat at a vanity.

The women pull at my hair without a single care to comfort. I feel them pluck, pinch and pull until they seem satisfied.

That is until they pull out a black case. Makeup is slapped onto my face. I’m no stranger to the feminine routine but I know this is turning me into someone that I’m not. Someone that I don’t even closely resemble.

Eventually they step away as they murmur between themselves, looking through a range of dresses hung up. Barely coming back into myself, I stare at my reflection.

I don’t recognize the person in the mirror staring back at me.

Her face is completely void of all emotion. Her pale skin seems deathly even amongst the monochromatic decorations of the room.

Even the auburn hair seems dull. Like the life has been sucked completely dry of the strands .

The woman before me is an empty shell of the person she was evolving into.

Once again, the two women are pulling me back up, demanding that I stand on my own as they pull a royal blue floor-length gown onto my body.

The material itches my skin. It's irritating but at least it's a feeling other than numbness that has been drowning me.

Forcing me into black heels, they take a step back from me, smiling in obvious pleasure of what they were able to achieve.

My father chooses that exact moment to walk back into the room.

Instead of the abuse I was expecting from the bastard, he aims a smile at me that is disturbing on his features.

“Ah, that’s so much better. Thank you ladies for making my daughter over in time for her mating to the Mullen Pack.”

They both giggle as they honest to God fucking bow to my father before skittling off out of the room.

My face must hold as much discontempt as I feel in my chest as Calvin chuckles and takes a step towards me.

“Your little play time with the Duran boys was just that Kennedy: fun. You didn’t think that I would stand by and just allow you to play out your little game with them, did you? You should know that I have always held all of the cards when it comes to you.”

Sneering, he closes the distance towards us as he grabs my chin, “You have always been my bargaining chip since your whore of a mother left.”

It is a surprise as anger begins to flood my system. I didn’t think I would have it in me after so many hours of crying and surrendering to my dissociated state to feel anything but that. Yet, fury overcomes me as I strengthen my tired body.

It’s painful but I know that I can deal with it.

“Fuck you.”

My words are said quietly through gritted teeth but the darkening features of my father’s face lets me know that my words hit their mark.

“You little bitch!”

The slap across my cheek doesn’t surprise me in the least. It's always been his go-to for whenever something doesn't go his way. He immediately needs to lash out in anger.

Right now is the time when I would normally cower. But I don’t.

I steel myself against his anger. I refuse to shrivel back into the cowering Omega I had been.

His eyes burn into my skull, like he could get me to bend just under the weight of his stare.

“You think you are so tough now that you have dabbled your toes in with some bad boys.

But this is the real world, Kennedy. You are nothing. A useless, whimpering Omega. The only thing you are good for is the hole between your legs.”

Calvin snarls at me which is pitiful on his face considering the fact that he is a Beta and he holds no kind of threat.

“Your new Alphas are waiting for you downstairs. I suggest you don’t defy me. They won’t take too kindly to your rebellion.”

I don’t know what possesses me to follow my father down stairs. It feels like my damnation is only feet away the further I go down .

The citrus scents of the men waiting for me invade my senses making my stomach curl like they did the first time we met. I instantly want to turn tail and run.

My entire being is telling me just how wrong all of this is.

I shouldn’t be here.

I should be in my nest with my mates.

Sweat covers my brow. Each step makes my stomach clench. I feel my scent spike but I can’t work out why.

I suck deep breaths in an attempt to calm the panic I can feel rising in my chest but all it does is make me feel sick.

The Mullen packs’ scents threaten bile to splatter on the floor. I know if I was to throw up, Calvin wouldn’t hesitate to rub my nose in it.

I swallow, even though it is almost my undoing.

My sweating becomes unbearable as I reach the bottom of the staircase. The moment I hit the bottom step, I perfume to the point my knees wobble beneath me.

I grab the banister in an attempt to steady myself.

Four growls echo through the empty foyer making my stomach clench. I can’t help the way that my body reacts to the sound.

Alphas. I need Alphas.

My core clenches around nothing. Desperation clings to me as I long for someone to take this ache from me.

My legs refuse to hold me any longer as I collapse onto the floor with a desperate whimper. The sound of my pain seems to just excite the Mullen Pack.

I don’t need to look up to know that they are surrounding me. Their presence is my curse, one that I have always been destined for .

I know these mixtures of sensations that are warring through me is my long denied heat.

I also know that these Alphas will take advantage of my weakness. In my right mind, I would fight them to my bitter end to refuse them.

But in the throes of what I am sure will be a brutal heat - considering the years I have been denied one - I am useless. My fight would be to no avail.

Yet, there's a part of me that wants to.

I don’t want these four men, no matter what my body is desperately craving.

I want my men. Jax, Theo and Ledger. I want my nest. I want their knots even though I know that I will never get them again.

Because they are gone. My father took them from me.

A touch of a hand on my shoulder makes me jump. I scramble back on my hands and knees until I hit legs that stand firm against my attempt of escape.

A deep chuckle makes my stomach clench as I curl in on myself, “Cute, Omega. But you won’t be escaping now. You are ours and judging by the way you are perfuming for us, you are primed and ready for the taking.”

I shake my head furiously, “No.”

My voice is weak but I strengthen it. I pull determination from somewhere deep inside of me. Even though it feels foreign, I use it anyway.

“No! You are not my Alphas. I am not yours!”

Each of them laugh, the sound grating my now thumping brain.

“Those marks will soon be dissolved and our marks will cover your throat. ”

Their voices had merged together but with a moment of clarity, I note just whose voice the words belong to. Trent.

It doesn’t surprise me that it is him that wants to take from me, more so than the others. Last time I was face to face with him, I could see the raw hunger on his face.

“It does dissatisfy me that she is already damaged goods, Calvin.” I hear Ronan growl.

A wave of pain overcomes me just as my father replies. His words become white noise as everything around me distorts.

I don’t know how long I am disorientated. It could be minutes or hours. All I know is that when I come back to, arms are gripping me tightly against a hard body.

I try to fight but the hold on me tightens until my whimpers turn into a different kind of pain.

“That's enough, Omega. You have been given too much leeway. Too much freedom. But all that is coming to an end.”

Charles’ voice feels like nails being hammered into my skull. He chuckles at my obvious discomfort.

The one person that I haven’t heard is Jaiden. I don’t know whether that concerns me or gives me relief.

I feel as though I black out again for a moment, coming to as I land on a hard leathery seat. Arms pull me onto a lap and I know that this is the missing Alpha, Jaiden.

“Sleep tight, Kennedy.”

My whimper echoes through the car as I feel my heat begin to overcome me. All that seems to stop, halting its advance as a needle slides into my neck as all my senses are stolen from me.

Again.