Page 32 of Knot Their Omega
That’s not good one bit.
“HEY!” The warning call leaves my lip before I can stop it. It’s no different from how I’m not casually walking over to the group.
I’m stomping like a bull that’s just seen red.
My outcry catches everyone’s attention, including the Omega.
When her eyes meet mine, it’s as if I forget to breathe, and I come to a halt. It’s so magnifying, the intense scrutiny of our connection pulsing between us, that I dare to acknowledge this.
There’s no mistaking it.
I can’t lie to myself.
Fuck…
She’s my scent match.
If that’s true, that means she doesn’t only match with me. The others… our pack…
Holy fucking shit… I’ve found our Omega.
A Thrilling Connection With A Savior
~ASTRAEA~
“HEY!”
I’ve never felt the hypnotic effect an Alpha’s voice can have on an Omega until this very moment.
This is after my fist punches Alpha Fucker #2, aka Dirty Orange, because he had every intention of apprehending me.
Only I would get myself in a sticky situation like waltzing out of the backdoor, hoping to leave the establishment quietly, and meeting the very pack I got banned from the institute.
Heck. They’re banned from any Elite parties until that bankruptcy label is off their record. That takes a minimum of ten years in our society.
No wonder why they’re not only ready to rip my dress to shreds and do what a good chunk of Alphas do when they overpower an Omega amid the alleyway.
Sadly, I’m not like other Omegas who don’t know how to kick ass.
You want to rape me? Go ahead, but I’ll fight you until my very last breath.
It’s sad to have to mentally prepare yourself for the possibilities. Especially with a mother who constantly states your probability of getting raped is ninety percent since I can’t find a pack in my youthful age.
Despite me just reaching of age.
Instances like these remind me, once again, that I need to go back to therapy because fuck.
My train of thought is nothing but mindfuckery.
When my eyes land on the culprit who thinks he can interrupt what’s about to happen, my breath gets caught in my throat.
My eyes widen, attempting to take in the view of the 6’5” Alpha charging our way. Those familiar white strands. The enormous bulk frame full of muscle. The alluring, unique sapphire shade still leaves me in disbelief that they’re truly a man’s eye color.
My heart is pounding for different reasons now.
His Alpha scent hits me, the mixed scent of sweetness that has me craving chocolate-covered strawberries can make me purr any second. If I wasn’t still riled up on adrenaline, I’d be running into this man’s arms and climbing him like a tree.
Okay, maybe not into his arms because those are not only pulsing with bulging veins, but his fists are clenched like he’s ready to murder everyone standing here.