Page 2 of Knot My Only Fan

With her lip between her teeth, Mom places her mug on the table once more and gives a nod. “Okay. I understand that better than most. I can get you suppressants for now, then we’ll get you a perfume that matches your scent…”

“Matches my scent?”

“The same as I have. Every omega, and alpha for that matter, has a scent. Normally it’s a mixture of multiple smells.” She lifts my wrist and inhales intensely over my pounding pulse. “Definitely marshmallow, chocolate, and some other scents I can’t put my finger on.”

“And you’ll have a scent made up for me?” I think about that for a moment and say, “Why?”

Mom nods. “It will be beneficial to get your perfume made up before you go into heat and before the implant is inserted. Then if anyone thinks they scent you as an omega, you can tell them it’s the perfume you wear and let them smell it.”

“Who makes the perfume?”

“There’s a scent specialist on Long Island I use. She uses your DNA to pull out your full perfume profile.”

I feel ill.

Scents. Perfumes. Implant…

The thought of a foreign body inside me. “The implant... How big is it?”

“It’s small. Just a little larger than a grain of rice. But before you get it, you’ll need to go through a heat.”

“I think I’m already going through my heat.”

I caress the back of my neck with my hand, noticing the slight stickiness and warmth on my skin, although it’s lessened compared to earlier. Maybe she’s mistaken about me being an omega. “It’s going away. Maybe I’m just off color.”

Mom clears her throat as she turns her back to me and sighs. “Everything that is happening to you is normal. This is your omega awakening. But you’ll go through a proper heat soon. This is nothing like you’ll go through when that hits you.”

“What’s happening to me?” I whimper, holding my palm flat against my chest, feeling my heart pound under my hand.

“Your hormones are changing. And you’ll be a full omega once you go through your heat. You’ll be—“ She swallows.

“Tell me!”

She stares at me, finally swallowing the lump in her throat before she says, “Your libido will change. You’ll be desperate for an alpha. You’ll need him.” She blows out a breath as she stares at me. “I’ll contact a few Heat Hotels and book a room.”

My hair is clinging to my head, and my make-up is smearing off my sweaty and heated face. I avoid looking at myself—I already know I look a mess. I chuckle as I circle my finger around my face. “An alpha will run a mile if he sees me looking like this.”

Mom arches an eyebrow. “You really know nothing about omegas and alphas, huh?”

“I know alphas seek omegas to mate. I know that one day Colton will break Harlow’s heart when he dumps her because she’s an alpha.”

“He’s a lovely boy, and between his hockey career and Harlow, he’s too busy to want an omega.”

“Get real, Mom.”

“Back at ya.”

Frustrated, I shake my head.

“Listen Grace, an alpha will want an omega in heat regardless of what she looks like. He isn’t there because you’re pretty or have long legs. He’s there because of the heat. Because he wants to rut...”

She swallows, and I know it’s because she was going to say, “You.”

“He just wants sex,” I state.

“And the omega is the same.” Her throat ripples. I suspect talking to her daughter about sex with alphas isn’t high on her to do list. “The only alpha an omega truly wants is her scent matched alpha, but she will happily have sex with any alpha until she finds the one. But the same goes for alphas. Scent matching is like finding your soulmate, the same as you read about in your paranormal books.”

“So I need to find my soulmate.” I state.

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