Page 23 of Knot Your Average Beta

I pause on the other side of the door, taking a deep inhale of the scent that somehow makes my alpha instincts spike and calms me down all at once. Mine. Mine. Mine.

It’s a steady thrum in my heart as I move closer to the bed, tugging my phone out of my pocket and turning on the flashlight to see the omega that is ours. Mine.

I’m careful to keep from shining it right at the bed, instead pointing it up at the ceiling, to let it bounce around the room, making it glow gently.

I look at the bed.

And my heart fucking stops.

In a good way.

The best way.

Because there, tangled up in sheets owned by my pack, on a bed in my pack’s home, is the girl from the cafe. The beta I gave a VIP pass to.

Only now she definitely doesn’t smell like a beta. Cherry pie and vanilla ice cream hang heavy in the air, intermingled with the brandied pear scent of Luca and Ethan’s much gentler scent of spring rain, making my dick throb.

She’s on her back, light brown hair in a thick braid draped over her shoulder. One arm is bent and stretched over her head on the pillow, making her tits press up, while the other hand rests on her bare stomach. She’s wearing the tiniest little scrap of black fabric over her chest, and I can’t see if she’s wearing anything on her bottom half, because it’s covered by a blanket.

Her lips are no longer red, but pink and parted, soft breaths puffing through them.

She looks like an angel. Like the most delicious thing I’ll ever eat. Don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely going to be eating this little… omega.

My lips curl into a broad smile. Our omega. What a delightful thought.

Something happens to me, as I’m standing there. Something I honestly never thought would happen, but now I can see is inevitable. My universe tilts, shifts on its axis, and then settles with her as the center.

Perfect. Fucking perfect.

She’s it.

My entire reason for being.

If Maddox was here and he could read my mind, he’d warn me away from my obsessive thoughts. He’d tell me to take a step back, breathe and think before I do something stupid like climb onto this bed and fuck and bite and claim this little slice of cherry pie heaven.

But then… It looks like someone already beat me to it.

My lip pulls back in a snarl at the fresh bite mark on her neck.

I swear to fuck if that bite isn’t from one of my pack mates I’m going to hunt down whoever pierced my omega’s skin with their teeth and rip their spleen from their body with my bare hands.

No… No. She smells like Luca and Ethan.

One of them bit her. Probably Luca, since I’m pretty sure his alpha instincts would have been impossible to ignore while he was fucking her.

Though usually he has more control than this.

Biting an omega the first time you fuck her sounds like something I would do, if I’m honest. Not any of my other members of my pack.

Stupid fucking Duane, keeping me from meeting my cherrybomb at the club. If I had been there, it would be my bite mark on her pretty pale neck. Not Luca’s.

My teeth ache and my mouth waters at the thought.

Well, it’s easy enough to remedy this, isn’t it?

I’ll just have to bite her now.

Chapter 8: In which it becomes clear I’m a lot kinkier than I thought

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