Page 5 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

Gunshot. Blood. Purple eyes. Silence. Blaise. Sparkles. Bond. Scent. Pulse. Mate. Gone. Red cross. Wrong place for healing. Good place for screaming. Don’t look at her. Don’t say dead. Don’t stop moving.

If I stop, I’ll know.

If I know, I’ll break.

So I don’t stop.

I pull my blade from my belt.

The metal catches the light.

I wait one more second for Blaise to tell me no.

Silence answers.

A smile pulls at my mouth.

Beautiful.

If I don't get to leave this waking nightmare.

No one does.

Chapter Two

Knox

My stomach curdles, and my hands shake. Big tremors that quake through me in waves that don't cease, even when I clench my fists.

I should be stopping this.

I should be giving orders to my Pack, assisting in securing the camp, transferring the prisoner to Blackgate, and dragging Blaze back from the brink before he loses his sanity forever.

My Alpha should be leashed behind the chain of command I've built my whole life around.

Instead, he is clawing at the inside of my ribs, demanding blood.

Blaze's knife drags a shallow line across her neck, right where she shot Halley. Not enough to kill, but it makes her scream louder and her eyes widen with terror, convinced she's about to die.

She should've realized by now that this won't end that easy. Blaze wants her suffering to soothe his own, and he's going to take her apart piece-by-painful-piece if no one stops him.

It should be me.

I should be stopping him, but I want that too.

Some broken, primitive part of my Alpha wants him to keep going until she feels even a shred of the pain ripping through my heart.

I stand there and watch his knife move, stuck in my head with thoughts looping.

Why did I let my Omega go on that stupid fucking mission?

She never should have gone. I put her in danger for no reason. I'm her Prime. I'm responsible for keeping her safe and... and... Oh fuck.

I heave, spilling the contents of my stomach onto the medical tent floor.

Fuck, I thought I was doing the right thing. Learning to love her the way she needed to be loved by giving her the freedom to choose her own path.

I let her walk into danger, even when every instinct in me wanted to drag her behind my body and keep her there forever.