Page 10 of Knot your Princess
That realisation washes over me, and settles like lead in my stomach.
I mean, it could be worse. It could be Cain. Blergh. But this guy, yeah, not my type at all.
“Hello,” I murmur politely, but dismissively.
“Hi,” he says with more interest than I’m giving him, which puts me off him big time.
I’d have preferred if he was as uninterested in meeting me as I am in meeting him. I don’t know why that is, but my mind is all messed up by having Cain invading my space, both personal and head.
Matt comes forward and takes my hand, kissing the back of it gallantly like we are in a medieval court, and he’s the knight, and I’m the princess. There has to be something about this alpha that Daddy likes, or he wouldn’t be shoving him in front of me right now. But whatever that is, I’m not interested in finding out. Hopefully, my parents have more potential mates waiting in the wings.
Curiosity gets the better of me, anyway, and just for someone new to talk to, I ask, “So what do you do?”
He looks startled for a moment but then grins. “I’m a land surveyor.”
“Oh.” Wow, boring, much. But then I narrow my eyes. “Is that how you two met?”
Daddy snickers. “She’s a bright one. Yes, in fact, we did. Matt’s doing some work for me. I’m looking to extend the compound beyond its original borders, but there are limitations and preservation orders. Matt is here to ensure we toe the line, amongst other things.”
“Hmm.”
I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do next. Matt doesn’t look like he does, either, which shows me he isn’t up to the task of being my mate. I want someone decisive and powerful, but knows how to treat me. I want someone who will ravage me against a tree, but then care for me afterward. This guy isn’t it.
Things get even more confusing when Daddy says, “I think it’s time for bed, Sugar; you have a big day tomorrow.”
I nod, throwing a small smile and daft wave to Matt as I back out.
“Nice to meet you,” he says.
“You too,” I murmur and hastily retreat to my safe haven.
Things are just getting really weird around here lately, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, which in itself, isnotgood.
ChapterNine
Sugar
Waking up, I throw the covers off me feeling stifled. It’s boiling under the soft, thick duvet, but it doesn’t help that I’m cocooned in here. For the first time ever, I closed the heavy, dark green curtains on my princess bed. I push my sweaty hair out of my face and groan. I feel like I’ve been run over with a truck. Gasping for breath, I lurch forward across the bed. Falling through the gap in the curtains, I land on my knees on the soft green carpet and fumble around for my asthma inhaler. Finding it on my dresser, I take a deep puff and try to steady out. It’s been a hot minute since I had an asthma attack, but I always have to be prepared. I close my eyes and inhale slowly, then exhale and take another puff on the inhaler. The cooler air outside of my bed-nest is a relief, and my brain fog clears.
Bed-nest.
That is precisely what that is.
I glare at it in disgust.
Not because of what it is, but because I’m so disappointed.
The feeling came over me after Daddy paraded me around in front of Matt. I don’t know why because my heat is something of an anomaly. At twenty-six, I should’ve started it by now, but nothing happens month after month. The best doctors in the country have checked me over, and then checked again, but they found nothing to be physically wrong with me. I don’t know if that means this issue is a mental one, or an emotional one, or I’m just an omega who doesn’t have a heat, which means I won’t get pregnant and have babies.
I’m definitely an omega, though. Everything else about me proves that. I have my scent. I can purr, I produce slick, and I’m slightly curvy. I shy away from confrontation, but deep inside, I want to fight back. I’m a people-pleaser to my core. It’s just thisonething, and then last night, I felt as if I was going into a pre-heat, the way my mother described it.
It was coming, I was sure of it, and I was elated that not only did I have an excuse not to go to Wanda’s party, but it proved there was nothing wrong with me.
But then it sort of…fizzled.
I feel fine now, just like my usual self, which is infuriating and upsetting.
“Why can’t I be like other omegas?” I spit, swiping everything off my dresser and then crying when I see the mess on the floor. “Fuck this. Fuck everything!”
