Page 17 of Knot My Omega

“What the heck was courting anyway? Stupid wolves acting like stupid humans. Courting? Ha! I’m not a human. Why were they acting like I was a human? Did they have to come to my table and ruin my perfect freaking life?”

No. I refused to allow them any control over me.

I ran outside, ripped my shirt off, and barely got my jeans free of my legs before my wolf tore through me. I lost a pair of underwear in the shift and my best bra. Ugg.

My beast pushed me back, taking over completely, howling like in the horror movies when all the wolves look to the sky, see the full moon, and decide to—I didn’t know what they did, because I always turned them off, but it was something not good.

My wolf jumped to the grass and ran to I didn’t know where, not letting me in on her little plans. She was barely letting me share her eyes to see where we were, not risking me regaining control.

But then Bernie squealed with delight in the distance, and my wolf stopped short, turned around, and ran back to our youngest packmate. We found her sitting on a blanket and grabbing at bubbles Rumor was blowing in her direction.

“Is that the kind of day you’re having?” She looked my wolf dead in the eyes.

I jumped up and grabbed a bubble, ignoring Rumor and focusing on making Bernie smile.

She giggled louder.

“You can’t hide from all this forever,” Rumor said. She blew another wand full of bubbles. “They’re not all bad. Trust me. I know. You do too. I’m not saying you need to agree to anything or everything or whatever. But they’re not all bad.”

I wanted to argue, but my wolf wasn’t allowing me to regain control just yet.

My wolf stood on her hind feet and batted at some more bubbles that were coming her way. Bernadette crawled over and pet me. She might not know what was happening, but she knew exactly what my beast needed…told me I belonged in the way only she could.

Chapter Twelve

Roan

The three of us sat at the table, plates of scrambled eggs in front of us that were a combination of burnt and raw—thanks to our inability to focus enough to scramble a fucking egg. The toast wasn’t any better, a delightful shade of black. There wasn’t enough butter in this county to make it edible.

But that didn’t matter. We weren’t hungry. None of us were.

Never had I truly thought we’d find our mate. Hoped? Yeah. But believed? Not really. And now that we had, she didn’t want any part of us.

That broke something inside me.

Inside all of us.

“I’ll do the dishes.” Harlan stood up.

“No. Sit.” I was being pushy, but I didn’t care. Lily was our omega. Done. And not doing anything about it was going to turn the three of us feral. Our human side might understand her rejection, but our wolves never would. Understanding didn’t equate with it not hurting though. Gods, it hurt so bad, a deep wound unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.

I dropped my fork, the metal clacking on the plate, startling Benji enough that he shot a piece of the egg-tastrophe across the table.

“Tell me if I’m wrong…Lily’s ours.” If they weren’t going to bring it up, I was.

A growl built in Harlan’s chest and he closed his eyes. He was fighting with his beast—I could scent it—and I gave him the time to get it under control before beginning again. Once we sprouted fur, we were going to bleed each other, our wolves too worked up for it to go any other way.

“We’ve been waiting for her all this time.” When they didn’t add anything, I continued, “We can’t give up. But we can’t push either. She’s right. She deserves better than that.”

Whatever led to her reaction to us had to have been horrible. She’d been carefree and all smiles when I first saw her and then suddenly, there was a shift and that woman was gone.

“I-I don’t think it’s us she’s scared of.” I’d been thinking a lot about it, and the more I did, the more I realized her reaction wasn’t about us at all.

“Yeah, I got that too.” Harlan pinched the bridge of his nose. “When she talked about omegas, her fear was palpable. Someone hurt her.”

“Then we need to rescue her.” Benji started to stand up, and this time, it was me who growled, and he parked it back in his seat.

“As if it is as easy as that, asshole.” Harlan wasn’t having it.

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