Page 11 of Knot What She Seems
“For now.” He gives a nod. “But what are you gonna do if you have to pee?”
“Hold it.”
“Really?”
I just shrug in response because I literally cannot think of anything worse than trying to hustle this suit up and down in a nasty-ass men’s restroom full of alpha males.
“I’ll just never drink water again.” Problem solved.
Hopefully, every problem that arises with this switch can be solved as easily.
5
BRYLEE
I wigglethrough the window of my dorm room like a damn worm, landing on the faded beige carpet with a muffledoomf.
I really, really need to come up with a better system for sneaking in and out of my dorm—especially if there’s any hope of pulling this scheme off.
Rolling to my feet, I slip off my black cape and then the hiking backpack I borrowed from Caran, which is practically as tall as I am.
Now, where do I hide a bag that contains a full-on bodysuit and penis? I would havea lotof questions to answerif anyone were to discover it. The fake penis I could explain away. I’m sure I’m not the first omega to find pleasure through an inanimate object. The body attached to it? Well, maybe I can say that I like snuggling at night.
I cover my mouth to hide my laughter. Though I’m no longer drunk, I’m teetering on the edge of tired-silly.
Yeah.
That’s certainly a believable excuse.
Quickly, I shove my backpack underneath my bed, only the damn thing gets stuck because it’s so thick. With a very omega-like grunt, I shove my shoulder into it and force the fucker under the bed.
Breathing hard, I stand back, placing my hands on my hips. There. It’s done. There’s no going back now.
An indecipherable feeling arrows through me. It takes a moment too long to realize it’s panic.
Am I really doing this?
What will happen if I get caught?
My parents will kill me.
But it’s not the idea of my parents catching me that makes my stomach jangle like a warning bell. No. The idea of an alpha catching me. Or a group of them.
I inhale through my nose, hold my breath for a count of ten, and then blow out roughly through pursed lips, trying not to let dread creep in.
It won’t happen,I swear to myself.You won’t let it happen.
Forcing myself to think of my twin—my better half—the residual panic is swept away in a tidal wave. Teddie will succumb to his disease if he’s forced to participate in the grueling trials of Eros Academy. I have no choice.
Determination steels my resolve.
I can do this.
I can fucking do this.
I grab a hair tie off my wrist and twist my long blonde hair into a messy knot at the nape of my neck. I should get an email from Caran with my updated class schedule soon, but for now, I need to get ready for bed.
Each dorm consists of two bedrooms connected by a bathroom. There’s nothing in my room except for a single twin-size bed, a wardrobe, and a desk. The beige carpeting, eggshell white walls, and gray ceiling give the entire space a bland, monochromatic look. The only color is the purple of my bedspread—given to me by Teddie when I first started at Darling Academy.
