Page 65 of Knot for Me
Reagan: I’ll let you know if I notice any growth.
She sends a kissy face.
Megan: Mom is taking me for a check-up. Philip is annoying.
Grimacing, I sit up and scoot back against the pillows. Omegas have to go for monthly check-ups after they hit puberty. The Omega Council likes to monitor development to make sure no omega is left behind. Honestly, I think Camila just wants a reason to make omegas miserable.
Reagan: Philip is still a kid. He loves you and that’s why he bugs you. He just wants attention.
I don’t mention that she’s lucky he’s not an asshole like our older brothers. Our parents have taken care to make sure Philip recognizes an omega’s worth and how to be respectful. Hopefully, all their hard work sticks.
Megan: Yeah, I know. Soon enough he’ll have a family of his own.
Reagan: Better him than me.
Megan: Yeah, yeah.
I sigh and set my phone aside. My brother is ten, but he’s already exhibiting the dominance of a full-grown alpha. Mom won’t tolerate him being mean and neither will our dads. He listens well. Soon enough he’ll be a good alpha, and when he turns eighteen, he’ll venture off with his packmates. Unlike omegas, alpha packs are formed during childhood, usually between friends. Alphas are born with a strong desire to find their packmates, so Philip has known since elementary who will be in his pack.
He and his three friends are typical young boys, but they all have good hearts and parents who love them. Their pack will be strong and depending on where the Royal Council needs them, they could end up in the police authority or working on the business side of things. For Philip’s sake, I hope his pack ends up on the business side. I don’t like the idea of him being in the line of danger.
My phone chirps, and I stare at the goodbye message Megan sent. So much is going to happen in my family’s life, and I won’t get to be a part of it. I get a pang of sadness inside my chest, and I take a deep breath, shoving the sorrow aside. I’m not a prisoner, so I can probably ask the guys about visiting my family. Even then, it’s so different now. I belong to a pack.
I dress and head down for breakfast. The island is empty of muffins but there’s a big package. I walk over and smile when I see my name. Guess Mom went all out with sending me things. This package is as big as a microwave. Forgetting all about breakfast, I grab a knife and cut the tape holding the lid down. I set the knife aside and open the flaps, taking in the care package.
A dozen bath bombs. My favorite snacks—chocolate covered pretzels and wavy potato chips. Alpha cologne which should help when my heat hits and my body craves an alpha’s presence. Soft socks, even softer pajamas, and a long, thin box wrapped in black paper. I pull that out of the box first, eyes catching on a small envelope taped to the outside. I peel it off the package and open it, reading my mom’s scrawling script.
Reagan,
I’d love to say this is like the real thing, but it’s not. It will, however, help you through your heat. I have a friend who lost her alphas, and she swears by it. There are instructions on the inside and a bottle of alpha lube in the bigger box.
Be strong.
Love, Mom.
My mouth makes an O-shape, and I read the note again. Oh no. I set the smaller box on the counter and dig through the bigger one, groaning when I find a clear bottle markedAlpha’s Touch. With shaking hands, I set it aside and rip open the wrapped box, gasping when I see a thick vibrator with a knot at the bottom.
“Knot Master 3000. What the fuck, Mom?” I mutter to myself, shaking my head and dropping the vibrator on the counter. My mom sent me a Knot Master. My mom sent me lube. This is officially the most embarrassing moment of my life. Thank God I’m all alone and no one is here to witness this.
“Hey, Rea. Where are you?” Amelie’s shout carries into the kitchen and I squeal, frantically shoving the Knot Master 3000 inside the big box and covering it with the clothes. “Oh, there you are. Hey.”
I whirl around and stand in front of the box. “Hey.” I wave like a fucking idiot. “Sup?”
She lifts an eyebrow. “Sup? Uh, nothing. Coming to check in… why are you acting like you just ate all the cookies and you’re about to be in trouble?”
“Don’t be silly. There are no cookies in this house.”
Narrowing her eyes, she steps closer, going on her toes to look over my shoulder. “What’s in the box?”
“Nothing,” I say far too quickly.
“Right. Cool, cool.” Amelie comes to stand in front of me. “Did you see the kitten on the porch?” Her face lines with concern. “I think it’s leg is broken.”
“What? Really?” I step away from the counter and make for the door, growling when Amelie dodges around me and dives for the box. I grab the back of her shirt but that doesn’t stop her. “No! Amelie, don’t you dare.”
“What are you freaking out about?” She digs through the box then cackles, grabbing the Knot Master in both hands and holding it up to study it. “Well, I said goddamn! Look at this thing.” She spins to face me. “It’s huge.”
My face flames, and I drop her shirt, backing away. “It’s not mine.”
