Page 2 of Knotty Escape
This is it. The last straw.
The final act of indifference that I can’t ignore.
“You’ll have a blast. I’m just tired, babe. It’s been a long week. You know how hard I work.” Larry finally glances my way, but his brown eyes barely land on me before he turns back to his game. There isn’t a hint of desire there. Not a fucking grain of wanting. “You know how rough it’s been.”
“Right,” I sigh. Larry works part-time at a video game shop. I pay all the bills, and my name isn’t even on the lease. I work eight hours a day, five days a week, and somehow, I’m the bad guy here.
As I stand here, staring at the back of my boyfriend's head, I try to imagine running my fingers through his short, dark brown hair, and my nose wrinkles. My scent turns sour, but Larry still doesn’t notice, or maybe it’s that he doesn’t care.
“We’re done,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m going out tonight, and then tomorrow I’m packing my shit and leaving.”
I can’t fucking believe I didn’t see it before. How embarrassing. I’ve wasted the last eighteen months with this jerk, and I am not waiting another second on shitty sex and an empty relationship.
“What?” Larry asks, glancing over at me, but he…Still. Doesn’t. Even. Pause. His. Fucking. Game!
I scoff, my lips popping open, before I snap them shut and clench my jaw. I take a deep breath, calming myself as I takeanother step away from him and out the door. Does he get up to follow me? Nope.
“We’re over. Our relationship is over. I’m officially single and ready to put myself first,” I say, loud enough that I know he hears me, as I grab my purse and keys, then head for the door.
Tonight I’ll have fun and enjoy my life. Celebrate the fuck out of my twenty-third birthday.
For the first time in a long time, I feel lighter. Free, even.
“Don’t wait up, Larry.” I throw over my shoulder as I walk out the front door, leaving him sitting at that fucking desk as the weight on my heart finally lifts.
Once I’m gone, he’ll miss me, but it’s too late for him to take back his indifference now.
Life’s too short to settle for a fucking loser.
Chapter 2
Harrison
“You can suck my dick.” I shrug, crossing my arms over my chest as I glare at my pack lead. I love River. He’s been one of my best friends since I was sixteen, but I would rather let a piranha eat my asshole than go out on a date with that fucking harpy of an omega, Jessica.
“Harrison—”
“Be reasonable…” I mock, rolling my eyes as I cut off his words. Watching as he pushes the messy black hair out of his face. “Nah, suck my dick,” I snort when River sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Harrison, there are only three of us in this pack. Your presence will be notably missed if you skip this dinner. You need this more than we do. Your ruts are getting?—”
“I would rather get fucked by a rhino’s horn than let that demoness within sixty miles of my cock,” I snap, taking three steps away from my packmate, but my irritated glare cracks with amusement when I hear Westley chuckling from the hall.
“I don’t know why everyone says I’m the dramatic one when you say shit like that,” Wes smirks as he walks around the wall, coming into view. His blond hair falls into his gray eyes as helaughs at me. Pretty fucker. “Can’t imagine a rhino fucking you would be better than Jessica, but to each their own.”
“And fuck you for agreeing to this!” I jab a finger at Wes, who shrugs.
“You tried to fuck a pool float during your last rut, Harrison. I know you like the flamingo, but I didn’t think you fancied it like that…” The fucker smirks, leaning against the wall at River’s back. Ganging up on me as usual.
The older we get without an omega to share our ruts with, the harder it is to control the feral need that takes over. Doesn’t mean they have to point that shit out.
“You can both suck my fucking cock.” I flip them the double bird while making a break for the door. They can eat my ass. I’m not going on a date with Jessica unless I’m fucking lobotomized.
Which, honestly, is the only way anyone could suffer through a conversation with that evil monster.
I can’t believe River is willing to give her a second chance! The first and only time we dated her was back in college, and she fucked another alpha in our fucking dorm room. In what world would we ever take her back?
Omegas are fussy. They need commitment and relationships. I’m not being a hater. It’s just their instincts driving them to bond. It's rare that one is willing to let three alphas rut her outside a commitment of some kind. Not unheard of, obviously, just harder to find. Which makes it more difficult for my pack and me to convince one to let us fuck her until we find our scent match.
