Page 60 of Knot Their Princess

I make quick work of the nylon she is suspended by, and gently free her.

“Stay here and stay quiet. We will be back for you. Once everyone is dead.”

Her whole body quakes, but her head nods, a bit of blood coming down from her nose.

So many more indecencies.

I want to be able to take the bodies out of the room, or at the very least cover them, but I can’t.

Not only is there nothing in here to cover this filth with, I don’t have time. So, I turn and leave, aiming my weapons in either direction to cover my path.

There are three more rooms such as this. Rooms where I find Omegas, two more female, and one male, surrounded by disgusting monstrous betas and alphas, all the perpetrators male. All the Omegas bruised and bloodied and beyond traumatized in ways that I couldn’t possibly fathom.

And I know that when we’re done here, we’re not really done. There is going to need to be a reckoning far and wide. There needs to be medical and psychological care for the victims of these monsters.

But we will have to take the time to figure that out after.

When I finally reach the end of the corridor, I know that Sin is behind the door. I’m standing beside. And I also know she’s not alone. There is a putrid scent inside that room, something that I never imagined a person could give off. But I would bet every penny I have that the person in there with her is Bert. And with all the noise and ruckus that I’ve made out here, he knows that I’m coming for my mate.

I have to play this properly to keep my omega safe.

Considering my options, I don’t come up with much except for bashing in the door, guns aimed, and doing whatever I can to subdue Bert before any damage can be done to Sin.

So that’s what I do.

I kick the door in at the knob, splintering the door jamb, keeping my twin 45’s trained on the inside of the room. And what greets me makes my vision turn blood red. A fat, very tall Beta with big meaty hands on Sin at the back of the room. He’s been trying to pull her shirt off, and she has been fighting him, kicking and spitting, biting at his forearms whenever they come within her range. And when he turns his ugly face to me in the doorway, I know that shooting him in the head and ending his life quick is too good for this motherfucker. I let my guns drop to the floor and leap at this blob, wrapping my arm around the front of his neck, while clinging to his back, squeezing as hard as I can using my other arm as leverage and tension to choke this piece of shit out.

But he’s strong, and his disgusting scent is so overwhelming. My eyes start to water and I begin to choke, too.

And that is when my brothers arrive.

It’s Cade who comes to help me, as Garen rushes to our omega to check on her and free her from the bindings that have her arms tied behind her back.

Cade uses the butt of his gun to bash in the side of Bert’s face once, twice, then three times until finally he falls to the floor, unconscious. I’m quick to use nylon straps to bind his wrists behind his back, having to use more than three because of his rotund shape.

Once he’s secured, my rage doesn’t die, but it does wane slightly, enough that I can finally hear Sin crying with fear and rage, sobbing into Garen’s chest as he holds her tight. I approach from her side, and Cade comes over from her other side, and the three of us hold our fated Omega in a cocoon of safety. Her body shakes and trembles as she gaps and sobs, air not coming to her too easily.

I don’t know how long we stand there, comforting our mate, but when she finally makes a move to step out from our embrace, she looks each of us in the face, holding out her hand, palm up.

“Gun.”

Cade glances at me and then back at her. “Are you sure?”

I look at our fierce Omega, the hatred, the anger, the rage in her eyes, and I know immediately that she is sure. “Give her the gun.”

Cade does as I say, handing her a 9-mm, and as he opens his mouth, I know he’s about to instruct her, but our beautiful Omega switches off the safety, whips around to Bert as he lies unconscious on the floor, and fires one shot straight into his dick.

The pain rips him from his unconscious bliss, and he begins to scream, the sounds echoing off of the walls around us.

That’s when she begins shouting insults at him, telling him that she’s going to watch him die slowly, all while she repeatedly stomps her heel into his shot dick over and over again. Then, she kicks him in the face hard enough to send teeth flying across the room, skittering along the floor.

Sin takes ragged breaths, her shoulders, rising and falling, takes aim and fires two shots, one in each of the arteries in his legs.

When she turns back to us, her eyes are still a blaze. There’s now blood splattered across the front of her shirt and bits of blood and gore on her face.

She asks one question.

“Where’s Mama?”