Page 33 of Knot for Me
“Seriously, Reagan? That’s all you have to say after ignoring me?” She sniffs, but I know she’s not crying. She’s probably wishing she were close enough to strangle me.
“I should have answered sooner.” I sit on the bed and tuck my foot under my leg. “I’m sorry.”
“Are you okay?” she asks, surprising me. I expected a long-winded lecture.
“I guess,” I say. “I’m not in danger, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Good. I’ll kill Camila. I can’t believe she sent you to the auctions. She’s had it out for our family ever since I was assigned with your fathers. She wanted them, you know.”
We all know the story. Camila found out my mother had been assigned to the pack she wanted, and she attacked her. My mom ended up kicking her ass because she’s scrappy. Camila never let it go, and I guarantee if I were a good omega, she’d still be a jerk to me.
“Yes, I know. You’ve told me the story plenty of times.” I sigh. “It’s not her fault, Mom. I fucked up.”
“A beta, Reagan? Really?”
“Better than an alpha. I told you I didn’t want that life.”
“Oh honey. You don’t even know what you’re saying. You’ll see soon enough. How is the pack treating you? Who are they?”
“A bunch of nobodies. They’re fine. One is a dick, but he’s not cruel.”
“Hmm. And how have you handled yourself?”
I laugh. “I haven’t slept with them.”
“Maybe you should.”
“Mom!”
“What? Do they have an omega?” she asks, triumph in her tone before I even answer.
“No,” I admit.
“See. What kind of pack buys an omega? Are they low pack?” she whispers the question like she doesn’t want anyone else to hear.
My fathers have royal blood, but we’re far from being prestigious. I imagine if kings were still a thing, we’d be fiftieth in line for the throne. Insignificant but royal all the same.
“No. I don’t know why they bought me, but I’m here now. I’m the maid.”
She snorts. “Your heat is coming. What are you going to do when it arrives?”
“You make it sound like I’m getting a package in the mail. I don’t know, I haven’t thought about that yet.”
“Reagan. If you truly don’t want to be mated, you need a plan. After the first full day, the heat is overwhelming. They’ll want to help you through it, and you will want them to. Trust me, twenty-four hours into your heat and you won’t remember which way is up and which way is down.”
I bite my lip. We were all taught about how strong heats can be. Generally five days long. The first day is a gradual build to the total mindless lust that takes over on days two through five. Mom usually sent us to our aunt’s house when she had hers. She didn’t want us to be neglected. My mom is a great mother. If the heat is powerful enough to make her forget about her kids for a few days, she’s right. I’m going to need a plan.
“I could ask them if I could come home?”
“Do you think they’d let you?” She takes a sip of something.
“I don’t know. I’m not their prisoner…” I trail off, recalling what Lucas said.You’re ours.Will he make me stay? That would be torture for all of us. He’s not that much of a masochist, is he?
“I can send you something that might help. Unmated omegas use it when they go into heat and don’t have anyone to help. It won’t relieve all of the pain, only alphas can do that, but it’ll ease some of the discomfort.”
“What is it?”
She clears her throat. “I think it’s better if I send it to you. Do you have a mailing address?”
