Page 106 of Knot for Me
“Alphas?” she guesses.
“Yup. Part of the reason I don’t want to be mated is because of them, well to spite them actually. I don’t want to be agood omega.”
Frank is in the hallway, but I don’t care if he’s eavesdropping. Something about him tells me I can trust him not to run to the alphas and tell them about my baggage.
“What did they do?”
I frown. “Nothing crazy. A lot of teasing and degrading, basically saying the only reason I exist is to take a knot and listen to alphas.”
She makes a face. “They’re assholes.”
Nodding, I laugh and take another bite. “Yeah, so anyway, I used to minimize those things too. Like they weren’t a big deal compared to some people’s trauma. My therapist got mad at me on more than one occasion because, as she always said,size doesn’t matter.”
“Your therapist sounds hilarious.”
“She was really awesome. But the point is, whatever happened traumatized you. Most people think you can’t claim trauma unless something insane happened, but we all have trauma, you know? Some people were bullied in school, some people were assaulted, some people didn’t get the love they deserved. All of that impacts a person.”
“So you do know three-six breathing,” she muses, reaching over the counter with her spoon. “I’m trying this disgusting goop.”
I pretend to bat her spoon away but let her take a scoop. I’ll convert her yet. “Yeah, I learned about that. I’ve spent a lot of time analyzing my emotions and my therapist helped me understand I didn’t deserve that from my brothers. They’re supposed to love me and be kind.”
She shoves the ice cream chocolate sauce mixture into her mouth. “Fucking family, right?”
“Assholes, the whole lot of them.” I laugh then correct myself. “Well, my parents, sister, and little brother are great.”
“Two things.” She holds up two fingers. “One, this is actually really disgusting.” She drops a finger. “Two, if you’ve gone to therapy, why are you still so adamant about not mating?”
“Wow. Don’t come at me with your logical nonsense.”
“Come on, Reagan. You’re so awesome. Our alphas aren’t so bad, are they?”
I drop my eyes to my dessert. “They’re pretty great, actually.”
“So?” she says, voice rising a little. “Will you be my omega? Pretty please?”
“Desperation is not a good look, babe.” I shake my head. “I love you for trying, but I’m not ready.”
She sighs heavily. “Fine. But think about it. What better way to show those assholes than to take mates who would give you the world? Lucas can be a dick, but he’s scared too.”
“Let’s not talk about her. Not today.” I might break things if she starts talking about how Emily’s death impacted the guys.
“Cross my heart.” She finishes her dessert.
“Thanks, Amelie.”
“Anything for you.” Standing, she comes around the counter and side-hugs me. “Finish your goop.”
ChapterTwenty-Six
MARCO
This entire week has been hell, and today is no different. If anything, it’s worse. We’re in the middle of a Royal Council meeting, and all I can think about is getting back to her. She denied our offer. She refused to let us help her through her heat. All I can do is make her delicious snacks so she can be taken care of in the only other way I know how. It’s three-forty in the afternoon, so our day is almost over. The last hour of this meeting is going to destroy me.
I inhale, catching subtle hints of Reagan’s sweet scent. It’s so strong now it clings to my clothes. If the other alphas in the room notice that the guys and I reek of pre-heat omega, they don’t say anything. They’ve all been mated for a while now, so they’re probably used to the scent. Besides, once an alpha is mated, he won’t desire another omega, not even during her heat. It’s biology’s way of making sure those who are eligible can find each other.
“As you know, the new legislative packet is up for review and there have been petitions to ease off the land laws from the low packs.” Cornelius’ lip curls in a nasty snarl. “They’re always hungry for more,” he spits.
“Probably because they’ve never had enough,” I say, agitation from not being with Reagan getting the better of me.
