Page 10 of Knot Their Omega
“YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO SPEAK LIKE THAT WITH ASTRAEA AROUND!”
“She’s nineteen! She’s grown! She knows what a peepee and a vee-vee do— AH! Okay! OKAY! I forfeit!”
The way I’m grinning at those two wrestling shenanigans is going to have my cheeks hurting if I don’t stop.
Deep down, I wish Velvet could have been my mom for real. Heck, I’d be happy with Knox as my dad for all I care. They would be focused on my happiness instead of the financial gain they would achieve by marrying me off.
I may be nineteen, but Mom will still need to have a say in my officially joining with whatever pack I have in the future.
It’s the most stupid “law” instilled in our society, and the only way around it is being “orphaned” by your Omega mom and her pack and being picked by another who takes guardian responsibility.
All this complicated shit.
Karma is probably going to have to deal with that shit with her family cutting her off after her failed arranged marriage.
Turning the corner, I shake my head to get rid of those negative thoughts.
Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out. She has me to be her support until she finds the right pack of her own.
I try to smile, but I let out an ‘oof’ because I just walked into a fucking wall.
A wall that can catch its victims.
I don’t realize I’m hanging in another person’s grasp until I look up with wide eyes to see the most gorgeous set of blue eyes I’ve ever seen. They can’t be real at this point because they’re sapphire blue. Vibrant and gorgeous to stare at. Matched with this man’s pale complexion that’s absent of a single strand of hair makes me wonder if Knox has a photoshoot set this morning to promote the gym.
This man isn’t as bulky as Knox, but he totally has white strands like the gym owner Weightlifting Champion in the fifty division.
“Lost your way, little Omega?”
HEAVENLY FATHER!
My eyes must be bugging out of my sockets, for no man’s voice has a sound like a chocolate fountain drenching a bowl of strawberries until this moment.
In fact, how can a voice sound like a bowl of strawberries overflowing with chocolate?
My mind has malfunctioned.
This has to be at the fault of my suppressant or something.
“I-I’m not little!” It’s the first thing that comes out of my mouth because I can’t even think of anything else he said before that.
“You aren’t?” he ponders as he easily lifts me as if I’m not 180 pounds of curvy muscle.
I may look slim, but with these curvy thighs, your girl ain’t light by any means.
He has me back on the ground, standing straight before him, which forces me to acknowledge he’s 6’5” in comparison to my 5’2” height.
I have to look up because this man is a giant like Knox. I’m gawking in disbelief.
“H-H-How are you so fucking tall? What are you? Knox’s son?”
“Maybe,” he says with a wink and shrugs. “To be fair, most like to say that, but I don’t see the resemblance. Besides, I take after my mom more.”
I can’t even comprehend this conversation because my body is buzzing from his touch.
Goodness, an Alpha touched me!
If it’s not the pooling slick in my panties warning me to sprint the fuck out of here, it’s catching the hint of floral scent that reaches my nostrils.