Page 187 of Knot Their Omega

I’m probably the most hated Alpha on the planet right now, but whatever. Eventually, they’ll forget about my existence.

If the cancer kills me fast enough, it won’t be too bad. They’ll all feel miserable for bullying me to my death.

The thought makes me smirk, even as I open the door slightly enough to slip in and close it just as fast.

I know how this shit works. I’ve done it so many times. So many Omega in Heat, waiting to be fucked by me, the grand superstar, Blooming Salvation lead singer. They’ll beg and scream to be fucked, their slick oozing out of their pussies like they’ve been waiting for eons to finally be fucked by someone as famous and handsome.

Some would beg for me to autograph their body so they can get it tattooed. It makes me wonder if they’re going to keep those cursive signatures now that I’ve been painted like some sort of villain.

Whatever. Whatever. Just get this… over with?

The aroma that finally registers in my nostrils makes me frown because it’s familiar.Dangerously familiar.I know my senses, even my Alpha instincts, are majorly delayed because of the chemo treatment, but as it begins to register, a sense of looming dread comes over me.

Wait a fucking minute.

My eyes dart around until they land on the familiar purple and silver locks that are drenched.

“Fucking hell!” I curse as quietly as I can, rushing to the curled-up Omega, who is trembling violently.

I drop to my knees, my heart racing against my chest as I realize what the fuck is about to happen.

“No, no, no,” I whisper, everything daunting me at once. “This wasn’t a part of the plan. Wait. No… this isn’t how it was supposed to work.” I’m quickly shaking her, trying to get her to wake up. Turning her onto her back, I confirm exactly who she is.

“Fuck. Astraea? Hey. Can you hear me?”

She’s completely drenched, the simple t-shirt she’s wearing soaked in sweat. Her hair is dripping, her face is flushed, and her lips are shivering.

I don’t need to put my hands on her forehead to know she has a spiked fever, but what worries me is how pale she is. Sure, her complexion was an average mix when I first confronted her, but now she’s like a fucking ghost.

It frightens me because all I can see is Suzy’s ghost-like complexion staring back at me.

The only difference is her eyes aren’t wide open, absent of life.

“Fuck. No. This… this isn’t my fault. This wasn’t my plan.”

Just the thought of what’s going to happen to her, matched with the idea of my brother or the others thinking I plotted this, makes me want to panic.

“Resemblance,” I whisper, realizing what Chris had said. “They didn’t call me here to simply participate. They want her to think I’m my brother.”

I bite my bottom lip hard, looking around for some sort of coverup. I rush to get a wool blanket that’s on one of the couches and rush back to wrap her in it.

I’m not sure if it’s going to make things better or worse, but having her in just a t-shirt and panties is nagging at my Alpha sense.

Fuck. I’m not going to rape her. I’m not that fucking low.

All of this is a setup.

To put the blame on me while they’re set up with Astraea.

It clicks in like the final puzzle piece has been solved.

I’m not a part of their pack. I currently have no pack. They’re doing this, using me, so she’ll submit. Then fuck her senseless and unite the packs they like.

In the end, I’m the black sheep.

The tool used financially and now physically with my presence to ignite this orgy fuckery.

Then they’ll discard me like fucking trash, leaving the blame to be carried on my shoulders alone.

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