Page 20 of Knot for Me
I smile. My sister may be the good omega, but that’s never kept us apart. We’re best friends, even with the three-year age gap, and she’s always had my back growing up. She never made me feel bad for not wanting the things she did. She would simply shrug and sayomegas are all differenteven though we all know that’s not true. My older brothers were kicked out before she was old enough to really understand their hurtful words. I’m a little jealous she didn’t have to go through that, but also happy I’m not as naive as she seems to be. Sometimes she’s too trusting, and her rose-colored glasses are nearly indestructible. Deciding she’s the least angry option, I call her. It takes two rings before she answers, sounding out of breath.
“Hey, Meggy.”
“You’re lucky I’m worried about you,” she says, growling at the nickname. She hates it, but it doesn’t stop me from using it.
“Is Mom freaking out?”
She laughs. “You know she is. What happened? Tell me everything.”
“Well, it sounds like you heard about the beta part.”
“Oh my God, yes. What were you thinking?” she asks, more excited than chastising.
“You know what I was thinking,” I say.
“Oh, Rea. I knew you didn’t want kids, but I didn’t realize you were so serious about it.”
She’s never quite understood what I went through with our brothers. I usually blame not wanting a pack on my vicious dislike of children.
“Well, I guess you know now.” I walk my fingers over the counter, holding the phone in my other hand. “Camila was so mad.”
“I bet she was. She’s such a bitch sometimes. Mom said you were sent to the Omega Auctions?” Megan takes a sip of a drink, and I can picture her holding her iced coffee and sitting on her bed.
“Yeah, that was interesting.”
“Interesting? Come on, Rea. I’m dying over here. What was it like? Did some big alpha swoop in and save the day.”
“Sort of,” I say, getting ready to crush the vision she’s building in her head. My sister is a romantic, so I’m sure she’s picturing some pretty little room and alphas who feel sorry for omegas. “The warehouse was kind of cold and there were a few other omegas there too. Guess I’m not the only bad omega.”
She snickers. “Please. You’re not bad. What else happened?”
“They handcuffed me”—she gasps, interrupting me mid-sentence, but I continue—“and then I had to wait like two hours for the auctions to start. The alphas were mostly low packs, judging by their clothes and demeanors. The first omega sold for fifteen thousand dollars.”
“Shut up, that’s outrageous. Omegas are worth way more than that.”
“I know.” I shake my head and run my finger over the pattern of the darker colors on the granite countertop. “So anyway, the other omegas were sold and then it was my turn.”
“Please tell me they’re at least cute.”
“They’re all right,” I say.
“How much did they bid on you?”
I sigh. She’s going to think they’re good guys when I tell her the number. “One hundred thousand.”
Megan squeals, and I hold the phone away from my ear. “Tell me what they look like,” she demands.
Rolling my eyes, I indulge her and describe the men, remembering to mention what a dick Lucas is.
“Do they have an omega?” she whispers, suddenly scandalized.
“No.” I start to walk around the first floor, moving to the living room first. “But they put me in this room and there are a bunch of clothes from a woman in there.”
This room reeks of the alphas. I resist inhaling and savoring their scents. That’s not something an omega who wants to keep things strictly platonic would do.
“What? Assholes. You should leave them.”
“Meggy, they own me. I can’t just leave.” I tap the top of the air purifier that’s sitting against the wall, hearing it purr softly with the increased speed, and continue through the large room.
