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I was back on the ballroom floor, gasping for air.
The scent of burned cinnamon lingered. I shivered, skin so cold it felt like burning. I needed touch—an Alpha’s warmth…
I hurt so much, from soul to body.
In the endless ice, the touch of warmth shocked my eyes opened. I reached out, gasping with relief as I tried to hold on to it.
It was wrong…
I whimpered, fingers closing around thin air, a sharp pain in my scalp. Finally, a face swam into my vision. He was pale, with wavy brown hair. Unfamiliar.
Burned cinnamon.
Not mine.
Again, his knuckle brushed my cheek, and I choked out a sob, trying to lean into it. I was dying, and I needed that warmth.
“Beg for me, little slut.” His words were faint. “Loud enough that he hears.”
Begfor him?
I… couldn’t do that. I wouldn’t betray my Alpha—not for the worst agony imaginable.
Glade had survived so much worse for her Alphas… I clung to that, chest heaving. I wouldn’t betray Knox like that.
But now I knew where this agony was coming from—why this loss was worse than anything I’d ever felt.
Ace and Rogue were stuck with me. My dad had been stuck with me.
But Knox…?
The first person in the world that wanted you for you…
FORTY-SEVEN
ROGUE
I was frozen.
There was a gun in my hand.
My Omega was being tortured, and I could do nothing.
I waited, hunched behind a pillar on the second-floor landing, gun cocked and ready to shoot.
It took every ounce of my self-control, handed to me by years forced to hang on at the edge of insanity, to hold on to this position. To consider the odds.
I had one chance to reveal myself.
There were seven Alphas down there, each with guns.
I could shoot one or two, perhaps another, but the second a gun was at her head, it would be over. Then I’d be more leverage for her torture.
Bella was a clear shot, but I’d be left with a pack of feral Alphas on my hands, and no reason for Thistle to remain alive at all.
For a moment, I regretted knocking out Vance. But it didn’t matter. Not really. The speed at which those weapons could be trained on Thistle would make any number of us useless.
My Omega was curled up on the marble, shivering and in agony, her nest in pieces around her, and I could do nothing.
