Page 76 of Knot All is Crystal
Why has it been that recently, I’ve yearned to show her who I really am, wanting her to know the me behind the mask?
I’m not sure when it happened, but one day, she went from being the Queen of Prism, an off-limits Omega that I needed to keep out of trouble, to being Queenie, the gorgeous Omega with a smart mouth and big, sad eyes.
I shouldn’t be here.
And yet, here I am, staring at her door.
When I first recruited her to work for Kieran, I thought she’d be gone quickly - that I’d barely see her around the club.
And then Kieran bit her.
I pretend like I don’t know about it. Which probably makes me a grade-A cunt, but it’s not like I can do anything to make it better. He’s going to keep doing it.
I did try to stop him after the first time it happened.
* * *
“Boss,please tell me you didn’t just bite that girl.”
Kieran scoffs as he pours himself a glass of scotch. “Of course I did. After what those animals tried to do to her? I needed to make sure everyone knew she was under my protection.”
“Even I could’ve told you those were not the Alphas to send a pretty little Omega in with!” I clench my fists, centering myself with the pain that bites my palms.
“What your fucking tone, Bellamy. I give a lot of leeway, but I’m still your fucking boss, do you understand?”
I drop my gaze, my fists clenching. “Understood. But do you even know the side effects of a bond like that?”
“A blight bond? Of course, I do.” He sits at his desk and pulls out an envelope and his ornamental blade letter opener. Sometimes, I think he pretends to read paperwork to have something to do with his hands. “Is there anything else, Puck?”
“Just… this was just a one-time thing, right?”
“Naturally.”
* * *
It wasn’t a one-time thing,of course.
Every time she came back from her heat, he bit her again.
Now, I know a bit about bonds. I know that if it’s not cemented in heat, it won’t last, which is why everyone says you can’t bond outside of heat. However, what I didn’t know, and what I discovered after researching the term’ blight bond’ online, is that it refers to an unreciprocated or forced bond.
The side effects ranged from none to severe.
In the four years since, I’ve monitored her for the symptoms.
And unfortunately, I think she’s starting to have some.
I knock on the door.
No answer.
I knock again.
I hear the locksnick,and the door slides open. But it’s not Crystal that stands there. It’s a tall, slim man with deep olive skin and black hair, squinting at me.
“Can I help you?” he asks cautiously.
Who the fuck is this man in Crystal’s house?
