Page 52 of A Knotty Road Trip

“Why did you exclude Beck and Angel?” I ask him, because I have to know. The man beside him speaks up, offering me his hand.

“That would be my fault. My daughter can be difficult at times, and we figured one alpha at a time. We wouldn’t want to overwhelm her,” he says as I shake his hand. The words he’s saying sound genuine, but the gleam in his eyes tells me he’s lying about something.

My father laughs and pulls me into a tight hug.

“I love you son. This will be a good thing. Just wait and see. I’m doing this because I love you, Tate.”

Pulling away from him, Rich gives me a look, but it’s full of guilt. What did he do?

“Okay, let’s get this over with,” I mutter and my father claps his hands. The kitchen doors open and the omega in question enters.

She’s wearing a thick veil hiding her face, and a beautiful wedding dress made of satin and lace. I can’t scent her and that bothers me. My blockers wore off yesterday and I was hoping if it was Belle, that I would know.

A woman that I recognize follows after her, helping to keep her steady. Is she drugged, or just bad at walking in heels?

“NO!” Kella screams, ditching the bride and rushing over to me. “You can't be serious. Him? Father!” she whines and steps up to the man I just shook hands with. Come to think of it, I never got his name.

“Kella, stop this behavior right now,” the man roars, and I notice the omega’s body twitching at the sound.

“But Daddy, noooo. She doesn’t get to have him. Or them. They are mine. Do you know what I have had to do to get my job? Bad bad things, and you’re just going to give him to her!” she screams, tears running down her face. Her mascara runs, and I’m tempted to pull out my phone and record this.

“I said enough,” the alpha barks and she huffs, crossing her arms.

Walking over to me, she throws herself into my arms, and I toss her to the ground after she tries to kiss me.

“What the fuck, Kella,” I roar and she flinches, her tears coming faster now.

“It’s not fair. That omega slut gets everything, but she can’t have you. No one can,” she roars, moving toward the cake she pushes the table, and it crashes to the floor. Grabbing the knife that was laid beside it, she darts over to the omega as if she’s going to kill her.

“Knotty Trip is mine, you ridiculous, whiny, piece of shit, omega bitch!”

“No,” I bark, chasing her, and grabbing her by the back of her perfectly styled bun. I throw her on the ground and swoop my bride into my arms.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Kella laughs maniacally as Rich takes the blade from her, and her father grabs her arm, dragging her into another room, shouting at her.

“I’m not sure what just happened, but let’s get this wedding going, yes?” my father asks, and I nod.

The omega is still shielded, but she feels familiar in my arms. Is she? I’m almost scared to hope she’s Belle, but something feels right about this.

The priest runs through our vows, and I say, “I do.”

The omega doesn’t speak, but nods. I can hear her sniffling, and I’m starting to worry that she is drugged and not consenting to this. But my father isn’t that type of man. He would never force an omega to marry me.

“I now pronounce you Alpha and Omega, you may consummate the marriage,” the priest says, his cheeks blushing as he closes his Bible, and rushes from the room.

My father claps and follows him out. Rich stays, and I growl.

Raising his hands, he walks closer to me. “I’m just the witness, I will turn around and give you as much privacy as I can. Just remember the veil stays on until you’ve been knotted”.

I hate these stupid traditions.

I carry my omega to the couch set in the corner covered in rose petals. It reminds me of the flowers Beck got Belle, and my stomach flips. She feels warm to the touch and I worry she’s not well.

“I wish I could remove the veil, so I could look into your eyes for this,” I mutter and she relaxes a little in my arms. A whimper escapes her lips, and she squirms. Laying her onto the sofa, I lift her gown and reach for her panties.

The moment I remove them, I know who this is. She perfumes for me and my cock drips. My knot aches and I growl. “Mine.” I don’t hesitate any longer. This is Belle, my omega and now my wife. Beck always thought she would be mine and Angel’s scent match, and he was right.

She’s mine for life and I am going to knot her, bite her, and breed her. “Fuck, Belle, we have a lot to talk about, but right now, I need to fuck your hot, slicked cunt. You’re dripping for me, baby,” I coo, and she whimpers.

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