Page 1 of Knot My MC
PARTONE
THREE YEARS AGO
CHAPTERONE
KIKI
The Wrecker clubhouse is full of hollering men, women desperate to become their old ladies, and drunk fuckery. I press my back against the wall, watching the havoc unfold around me. The air is sickly sweet, alcohol and sweat clinging to the walls. Dad cuts through the crowd, stepping between me and the insanity. The younger betas and deltas ease away from him. My dad’s a beta too, but his reputation precedes him. Kiren Malone, VP of Wrecker MC, is over six-feet tall, built like a linebacker, and generally he’s not one to mess around with unless you want to find your way into an early grave.
“What are you doing down here, Kiki?” His eyes narrow on me, and he crowds my space, trying to scare me.
He’s not nearly as intimidating as he thinks. Especially not when I’ve seen him cry over rom-coms. He’d kill me if I ever told anyone that he sobs over stories about true love. He’s gruff and tough on the outside, but deep down he aches for the love he once had.
I look at him and pop up an eyebrow. “Observing.”
“You have homework,” he says, glaring at a prospect who stumbles a little too close.
Tonight the club celebrates the few prospects who earned their patches. Those still chomping at the bit to become full-fledged members of Wrecker MC are rowdier than ever. Each passing initiation means they’re one step closer to beingin.
Everyone wants to be in. Wrecker MC is the largest club in Dolin, but only just. The Hell Hounds have nearly as many members, three of which happen to be my best friends. Dad doesn’t know that though.
“I finished my homework already.” I tip my head toward the prospect. “I’m not worried about that.”
Dad grunts. “Well, I am. They’ve all been warned, but I don’t trust any of them.” He takes protective to the next level, but I’m an omega and with that comes unwanted attention.
“I think you want an excuse to kick Shiloh’s ass.” A smile twitches at the corners of my lips. Shiloh is a prospect who doesn’t know how to keep his mouth shut. Dad catches the grin and shakes his head.
“You’re trouble, you know that?” He pretends to sip his beer, always mindful to be sober when I’m around the rest of the club. I can’t give him too hard of a time though; he’s all I have. My mom, a beta, died when I was little. It’s a damn miracle he’s still functioning. Losing a mate is the equivalent to losing a limb. It’s been more than a decade since she passed and he’s never even entertained the thought of taking another old lady. Sure, he’s slept around, but he’s never dated.
He’s loyal to three things and three things only: the club, my late mother, and me.
I cross my arms. “I was born into trouble, Dad.”
Chuckling, he boops my nose. “And you’ll give your future pack, whoever they are, hell, won’t you, Kiks?”
“You mean the pack that I’m assigned too?” As an omega, I don’t get to choose who I mate with. Right before an omega’s twenty-first birthday, the Omega Council—the governing body over all omegas—uses a compatibility test to assign omegas to the best suited pack of alphas. I know who Iwantmy alphas to be, but joining that pack would piss my dad and the whole of Wrecker MC off.
But a girl can hope, right?
My phone buzzes in my pocket and my heart jumps into my throat. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Tempering my reaction, I nod at my dad who is still waiting for an answer to his question and say, “My future pack won’t know what hit them.”
Dad cracks a grin. “Atta girl. Now go on up to bed.”
“It’s eight, Dad.” Sighing, I glance around. At seventeen, I’m too young to drink, but I like watching everyone make fools of themselves.
He points to the stairs. “Bed. Now.” As a beta, he can’t alpha command me but there’s something about his tone that sets my feet moving, and I’m halfway up the stairs before I realize it. I glance over my shoulder. He’s staring, making sure I listen. Lifting my hand, I flip him off. I can’t hear his laughter over the noise in the club house, but I see it in the way his head falls back and his mouth opens wide.
That smile sends a bolt of warmth straight through my chest.
A few scantily clad women eye him, taking in the version of Kiren not many get to see. He has plenty of options if he wanted to take a new mate. He’s never been interested in that and I love him all the more for it. Some of the groupies that hang around the club don’t like me because I’m an omega. I’m used to the hate, but having one as a step-mom? No thanks.
I make my way down the hallway, ignoring the moans coming from inside the rooms I pass. Dad and I have our own house, but on nights like this, we stay at the club. He’s too paranoid to leave me alone. I won’t get any sleep tonight, but I didn’t plan to anyway. My phone vibrates again and butterflies flutter in my belly, my pulse jumping in anticipation.
They’re texting me.
I don’t pull my device out though. I won’t until I’m safely in my room and out of view from any prying eyes. My room is at the end of the hall on the right, and Dad’s is across from mine. Opening my door, I begin to step inside but stop short when I see Axel knotting some MC groupie on my bed. She’s bound and gagged, but her chest heaves, and she moans into the fabric, clearly enjoying the encounter even though his knot has to be hurting her. Omegas are the only females built to take a knot. Betas and deltas can do it, but it takes practice and a lot of lube.
All the excitement I’d been feeling drains from my body. My stomach turns at the unwelcome sight, and I pinch my eyes shut. “Axel,” I say softly.
