Knot Over (Omega Den #3)

23. Creed

Chapter 23

Creed

I ’m so terrified when I see Kay sitting in blood that I can't seem to move. I’m rooted to the spot, my eyes locked onto the gruesome scene before me. At first, Adam's body doesn’t even register—I’m blinded by the sight of my girl, drenched in crimson. My heart races, and my mind spirals into chaos as I imagine the worst, fearing she might be gone from me.

Finally, I look at Adam’s lifeless body, and with a shaky hand, I pull off my hood. I can’t tear my eyes away from my brother’s crumpled form. I should feel guilt or remorse for his death, but all I care about is Kay—my tiny, my omega. Her head is bowed as she stares down at Adam’s lifeless body.

“Kaylani?” Vaughn’s voice trembles from behind me, his hand heavy on my shoulder. My omega instincts scream at me to comfort him, but I’m frozen. At Vaughn’s voice, Kay slowly lifts her head. Her pink hair is matted with blood, and her stormy gray eyes meet Vaughn’s vacantly.

“I did what you said.”

My stomach coils with a mix of pride and anguish at the detachment in her voice.

Vaughn's breath hitches. “You did so good, doll. I’m so proud of you.”

As Vaughn reaches her, Kay’s beautiful eyes fill with tears that cascade down her face, mingling with the blood coating her skin. My omega instincts surge, and I drop to the floor in front of her, desperate to wipe away her tears. But they keep coming, relentless and heavy, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t stop them. She screams, head tossed back, and it terrifies me. She sounds so small and vulnerable; all I want is to soothe the ache in her soul.

"You're safe, tiny," I say, pulling her against my chest. She turns her face into me, crying harder, her hands clutching my hoodie. Vaughn continues to murmur sweet words of praise in her ear, gently smoothing her blood-soaked hair from her face. After a few moments, Kay’s tears subside, and she goes limp in my arms.

We may have ignited a war with my family for killing my mother’s prized alpha, but I can’t find it in myself to care right now. That’s a problem for tomorrow. Today, my girl stood up for herself and defended herself. All I can think about is that she’s finally free to be mine. Be ours.

I glance up at Vaughn, his dark gaze piercing mine with an intensity that’s both dark and twisted.

"You're free now, Kay. Free to bond, free to love. Free of Adam," I murmur, reminding her that now she isn’t bonded to Adam. She’s free to choose who she wants. I just hope that still includes me.

Kay smiles softly, her lower lip trembling. She lifts a bloody hand toward me, inviting me closer. I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding and take her small fingers in mine.

"Let’s get you cleaned up," I say, turning to Vaughn. "I’m going to run her a bath. Get Hux and tell him what’s happened. Maybe call Ghost? We need a cleanup crew."

He nods. "I’m on it. I’ll meet you upstairs."

"Don’t leave me!" Kay says sharply, looking up at Vaughn as he smooths her hair back gently.

"I’ll see you in a minute, doll. Rest now, sweetheart."

"Don’t worry, tiny. I won’t let you go. I’ll never let you go. Your pack is here for you. Always."

***

Carrying her into the bathroom, I set Kay down on the toilet seat and crouch in front of her. She curls into herself, her eyes fixed vacantly on her blood-stained hands. My heart aches as I reach out, pushing her hair away from her face, but she doesn’t even register my touch.

You're safe with me, tiny," I whisper, my voice cracking with raw emotion. Seeing her so broken terrifies me, and I need her to come back to herself. I growl softly, cradling her face in my hands and forcing her chin up so our eyes meet.

"Look at me," I demand, my heart pounding so loudly I barely hear Vaughn and Hux approaching. I catch the scent of bitter chocolate, spicy sandalwood, and my caramel note—our pack's scent, mingling like a freshly brewed cup of coffee and everything my little omega loves. I inhale deeply, trying to ground myself so that I can reach Kay.

"Kaylani," I growl, shaking her gently. "You'll feel better if we wash the blood off. I won’t leave you this time. I can’t, okay?" My voice cracks, recalling the last time I saw this vacant look in her eyes, after Adam had tried to hurt her and Candi had forced Vaughn and me out of the bathroom. "Please, tiny, for me. Say something. Anything, baby. You’re scaring me."

We're inches apart, so when her mouth parts slightly a rush of breath brushes over my face. I stroke my thumb across her cheek, but the haunted look in her gray eyes, filled with such raw pain, steals the breath from my lungs. Vaughn turns on the tap, filling the tub with Kay’s favorite lavender body wash.

"Kitten, talk to us," Hux barks. Normally, I might have lost it at him for commanding her, but right now, it’s what she needs. "Say something, Kay. Please," he says, softening his alpha command with desperation.

"He... He’s dead," she stammers, her voice barely a whisper. My teeth clench in frustration and sorrow. She shouldn’t have faced this alone. My eyes dart away from her face as my brother's lifeless body plays on an endless loop in my vision. The sight will haunt me, but right now, all I care about is making sure Kay knows she’s safe and loved.

"I can't believe I killed him…that makes me… a murderer."

I look back at Kay, my heart aching at her words. "I can't say I'm sorry about it, tiny," I murmur, stroking her cheek again to ground myself. "What does that make me?"

My eyes search hers for answers, and a fresh wave of tears spill from her stormy eyes. Vaughn steps up next to me, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

"Let us take care of you now, doll," he says softly, gently pulling her to her feet and beginning to help her remove her clothes, his movements tender but efficient. He undresses her slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, ensuring she feels safe and cared for. He quickly strips down and lifts her into his arms, settling them both into the tub. I kneel beside the basin, ready to support her in any way I can.

He turns her back to him and begins to wash the blood from her hair with careful, loving movements. I reach for her loofah, squeezing a generous dollop of her lavender body wash onto it. I dip the loofah into the water, creating a frothy lather, and start to clean her face. Kay closes her eyes, letting her head rest back on Vaughn's chest. She looks peaceful, serene in that moment, like the doll Vaughn always says she is.

I move the loofah gently over Kay’s shoulders, working to wash away the blood that stains her delicate skin. As I move it down to her breasts and stomach, my grip tightens, trying to be tender and careful despite the storm of emotions roiling inside me. My heart pounds with a mix of sorrow and relief, knowing she's safe, but that she’s still grappling with the weight of what’s happened.

“Kitten,” Hux says softly, falling to his knees beside me. His dress shirt is rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular tattooed forearms, and he begins to help clean her, his touch gentle and deliberate. “The bond bite is healing,” he continues, his voice soothing yet laden with an undertone of hope. “But the pain... it could be eased if you wanted. We can replace the bond, seal it properly this time, if that’s what you need. It’s your choice, though—unlike Adam, I would never take that choice from you.”

Kay’s eyes, once vacant, begin to soften with a hint of something more intense, more primal. She looks at Hux, then at me and Vaughn, her gaze shifting as she contemplates his words.

“If it’s all of us,” she murmurs, her voice trembling but filled with a newfound resolve. “I want to be bonded with all of you. Vaughn, Creed, all of us together.”

A flicker of desire and longing ignites in her stormy eyes, blending with the pain that still lingers. Hux nods, his expression a mix of relief and affection. “We’ll make it right, Kay. Together.”

Vaughn, still holding her close, looks at me with a silent understanding. We know what needs to be done to help our omega heal and feel truly ours. As we prepare to seal our bond, we know our connection with Kay will be strengthened, giving her a promise of unity and safety amidst this chaos.

Vaughn and I silently communicate with each other, the lust in his eyes pulling a groan from my lips. Kay's eyes lazily open and land on me, her mouth parted. Releasing the loofah, my hands begin to caress her smooth skin, splashing the water slightly. Vaughn, too, begins to let his hands roam over her curves. Kay moans again, her legs falling open, and I dare to move farther down the planes of her body, my fingers dipping into her curls.

"You're so beautiful," Vaughn murmurs against the side of her neck. She arches her back, revealing her hard-as-diamond nipples, covered in bubbles. She tilts her slender neck to the side to give him better access. I dip my fingers into her folds and find her swollen clit, flicking my fingers over it and watching her face pinch adorably.

"Watching you blush has always been a favorite pastime of mine," I admit in a dark voice, thick with lust. "But this?" I dip into her pussy, flicking that spot deep inside her. "This, tiny, is way better." I growl.

Vaughn's hands come out from the water, running his thumbs over her nipples. His fingers pinch them firmly, pulling her pleasure higher as I flick her clit with my thumb in time with his movements. I'm practically panting. I'm leaning so far into the tub, my shirt is soaked, but I don't care.

I need to see her come.

Judging by the look on his face, Vaughn must feel the same as I do. “That’s it, doll,” he encourages her, before looking up at our alpha. “Kiss her. Swallow her moans.”

I increase my pace on her clit, her body arching off Vaughn’s chest.

“Isn’t he hitting the spot just right, doll? Are you going to come all over Creed’s fingers like a good girl?” he growls, nipping at her ear as Hux bites her lower lip.

“Yes,” Kay moans into his mouth.

My cock is so hard it's pressing against my jeans. The bite of pain is uncomfortable, but I don’t care. I’m desperate to see her come undone on my fingers. I clench my jaw and work her harder.

“Don’t you dare stop, pet,” Vaughn tells me.

Her body shivers deliciously. I watch the trail of bubbles travel down her breasts, leaving a sheen behind. I briefly pull my fingers out of her dripping pussy, and she moans in protest. But I quickly push them back in, adding another so that she’s stretched exquisitely. She groans, her head falling back further, tangled in pleasure, with three fingers deep inside her and my thumb roughly making circles on her clit. I drive her closer to the edge, her breaths panting and ragged.

“That’s it, doll. Come on, and then we’ll go to your nest and fuck you properly,” Vaughn croons.

He brushes her hair from her face, kissing along her jaw softly. Hux’s hands travel to her nipples, plucking and rolling the hardened buds between his fingers. The water splashes up and over the side of the tub, all over the bathroom floor, soaking through my jeans.

She cries out as her pleasure peaks, her pussy gripping me so tightly I’m afraid I might come in my jeans like a pubescent boy—and she hasn’t even touched me yet.

“Fuck,” I say through gritted teeth as she comes down from her high.

I pull my fingers from her cunt, and she lets out a soft moan—the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard. I get up, reaching into the cabinet to grab a towel as Vaughn takes her in his arms and stands, a river of water falling off them both. Hux growls softly as he gazes at Kay, and I can feel the alpha instincts thick in the room. I pass him a towel and watch as he wraps her up in his arms, murmuring softly into her ear. His purring vibrates through the bathroom.

“Let’s get you dried off and to your nest,” Hux murmurs, his voice tender and full of care.

"My nest?" she asks. Eyes half-closed in the afterglow of her release, but still heavy with the weight of what she’s been through.

My mind is a chaotic swirl of emotions, a mix of lust, guilt, and an overwhelming need to ensure Kay feels safe and loved. To make our pack whole.

As Hux carries Kay to her nest, Vaughn and I follow closely behind. The room is dimly lit, a soft glow from the bedside lamp casting a warm, inviting light. The nest we’ve prepared for Kay is a sanctuary of plush cushions, blankets, and the familiar scents of our pack, designed to offer comfort and healing.

“Everything is ready for you, kitten,” Hux says softly as he gently sets her down on the nest. His voice is filled with affection, a promise of the safety and warmth we’ve worked to create for her.

Kay’s eyes, still heavy with exhaustion and a hint of apprehension, soften as she surveys the nest. A sigh of relief escapes her, and she whispers, “I love it. It’s perfect.”

Vaughn and I settle on either side of her, our presence a comforting embrace. Hux kneels beside Kay, brushing her hair back from her face with tender care. “You honor me by becoming mine, kitten,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “I will protect you and our pack with everything I am. You will never be alone, and you will always have a place—a home, a family.”

Kay’s gaze shifts between us, her eyes reflecting a mixture of love and vulnerability. There’s a soft trust in her expression that tugs at my heart. Vaughn, sitting close, runs his fingers gently over her skin, his touch a soothing balm as we prepare to form our bond.

“I will always protect you, doll. You know that, don’t you?” Vaughn’s voice is deep and earnest, filled with a promise of unwavering commitment.

“Yes,” Kay replies, her voice trembling slightly. “I know that, Vaughn. I’m free because of you.”

Vaughn takes her face in his hands, his eyes full of pride and tenderness. “No, Kaylani. You are free because you’re a fighter. You fought tooth and nail for your freedom, and I’m so proud of you.”

Her breath hitches as Vaughn kisses her softly, the kiss a blend of passion and reassurance. My heart pounds in my chest, each beat echoing with a thousand unspoken feelings. I’m overwhelmed by the depth of my love for her, and for our pack.

I move closer, my touch gentle as I caress her cheek, my voice a low, reverent growl. “Tiny," I murmur, searching her eyes. You’re the glue that binds our pack together. You’ve brought us all closer, made us a true family. Without you, none of us would be whole. We’re stronger and more complete because of you. This bond we’re sealing—it’s not just about the past or the pain we’ve faced. It’s about the future we’re building together. You’re the heart of our pack, and we’re here to show you just how much you mean to us.”

The air in the room grows thick with anticipation and a deep, shared desire. The bond we’re about to form is more than just a physical connection; it’s a pledge of our commitment to each other, a promise that we’ll face whatever comes our way together. As the Pack Huxley.