Page 67 of Knot His Beast
“The place is going to be a mess when your dad comes, Bentley! What are we going to tell him?!”
Chuckling, I turn off the water and wrap him in a towel. I need to take care of his nose and cuts before we can leave.
I grab another towel to see if it’s still bleeding, but it doesn’t appear as if it is. Gently touching it, I sigh as I see that it's swollen and probably broken. The bump may actually hold his glasses up now, not that he wasn’t perfect before.
“My father isn’t going to care if there’s a little mess in the loft Tav. The blood may be another problem. Help me clean that, and then we’ll head to the pig farm. Take nice, gentle breaths. We’ll be lucky if we make it through the night without an emergency room visit, baby.”
Tav forces himself not to make a face, and instead flicks me off.
“That’s my good little omega,” I breathe. “Is it too soon to ask if you’re okay?”
I follow him out of the bathroom, watching as he avoids the blood to get dressed. He also pulls on a pair of gloves and finds the big tub of bleach he keeps in the kitchen.
“I’ll be better when my house doesn’t smell like them,” he whispers. “I know you love me, but I can still feel their touch. I’m going to need you to fuck away their existence, Bentley.”
“I’m going to give you my bite too.”
Tav’s shocked expression feels like a stab to my heart, and I curse myself out in my mind. I was trying to give him space to decide if he truly wanted me, but I over did it. There’s such a thing astoomuch space.
“You deserve the world, Bentley. I swear I’ll give it to you too.”
“Let’s start with a little elbow grease, yeah?”
I grab the mop and get to work while naked, because I’ll just need to rinse off after this anyway. I’m not quite as careful as my omega, not when my elbow grease comes with brute strength as well.
CHAPTER 22
Octavian
Hugging myself a little tighter,I watch the best my spare glasses allows me to as Bentley slams the tailgate of his truck closed, then starts dragging the two black tarps down the dirt path.
This all feels so damn surreal.
Having the twins show up at my loft,again, just so they can do whatever the hell they were going to do to me is mind blowing, but only because they knew my alpha was living there.
That was the farthest they’ve gone with me, the most they’ve done to my body aside from bruising it, but it was just one of a few handfuls of times they’ve attempted to hurt me. Orclaim meas they so often said.
The fact that they waited until I had an alpha living with me, my damn scent match, just shows how stupid they really were.
It doesn’t make what happened any less scarier than it was. Not when both of those horrible pieces of shit managed to assault me in a way I’ve prevented since I was eighteen years old.
I hate to admit it, but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to fight them off, not this time.
Historically, I was able to say or do something that stopped them from going all the way, or there was some sort of divine intervention that prevented it. Bentley was the latter this time, there is no doubt in my mind he was sent by some higher power to end this permanently, but if he hadn’t shown up? There’s a pretty good chance I’d be dead.
I rub my hands up and down my arms as I begin following my alpha, glancing back at the truck where Floyd and Bella are sleeping in the backseat, briefly before I limp faster to catch up.
I couldn’t leave them at home. Not with all the mess that’s still there. I know they’re just animals but I refuse to believe that means they think and feel any less than we do, and that means sitting in the loft where they watched me get attacked was going to be hard on them. Just as hard as it was going to be for me to leave them there.
Bentley knew that.
Without me having to say one word, he knew.
We cleaned up all the blood, showered again and my alpha had to take over so I didn’t scrub the skin right off my body, then Bentley loaded the bodies in his truck while I made sure Floyd and Bella weren’t injured too badly.
Those bastards kicked our dog, and they literally tossed our piglet to the side. Thankfully, neither of them appear to be more than a little banged up, and they were relieved when their daddy came back, scooped them into his arms, and loaded them into the truck before he did the same with me.
Bentley is such a good man, a strong alpha, and a perfect mate for someone like me. I don’t deserve him but I’m not about to let him go, so we’re both just going to have to deal with it.
