Page 1 of Knot My Only Fan

Chapter 1

Grace

“I am not an omega!”

As she moves around the kitchen, Mom’s shoulders drop and her hand shakes, causing the tea in her mug to swish and droplets to stain her perfect white tiled floor.

She gazes out of the window, her face filled with uncertainty about what to say to me. And I hate the only thing she can utter is, “I’m sorry Grace, but you are.”

“No!”

With a tut of annoyance, she pivots and locks her eyes on me, her stare intense, her lips pursed in concentration before her teeth press into the edge of her lip as she thinks about what to say to me next. “You’re obviously presenting late in life.”

“I’m twenty-two, nearly twenty-three. I’m hardly old.” My body shudders as a deep shiver rattles all the way from my head to my toes. “I need a blanket.”

She sighs as she places her mug on the table and leaves the room, saying, “I can’t believe you’re an omega.”

When she returns, she wraps a thick woolen blanket around my body. As I clutch the edges, I carefully tuck them in, creating a cozy cocoon of fabric that shields me from the cold.

Mom stares at my fingers stroking the blanket. “I thought you were a true beta. You showed no signs. I never worried about you.”

“Worried about me!” My voice raises another octave, but it’s nothing compared to how loud my heart drums against my rib cage, the pulse echoing in my ears. “What are you talking about? You never worried about me.”

“Becoming an omega,” she says. Tears well up in her eyes as she fixates on the wall behind me, lost in deep contemplation. Regaining her composure, she steadies her hand, lifts the mug to her mouth and takes a sip.

“I’m not an omega. I’m just cold... hot... I don’t know. Maybe I’m sick.”

Mom lets out a sigh and gives a subtle nod towards the area just below the blanket, where a crimson hue traces across my chest. The temperature rises, and I can feel the heat seeping into the back of my neck.

“You’re not a beta.” Her voice is much sterner now.

“I … I can’t be an omega.”

“Your sisters are alphas and I always wondered about you. Unlike anyone else in our family, you didn’t conform to the usual alpha or omega traits. I truly thought you were a beta. Though, I can’t deny, I found it very unusual.” She hesitates a moment. “I thought betas must be in your father’s family.” There’s hatred in her tone just from bringing him up.

The memory of my father leaving haunted my mother, especially considering my twin sisters, Bardot and Harlow, were only two years old at the time, and I was just four.

My sisters presented as alphas at fifteen years old, which is much earlier than most children’s designations show. My mother waited and waited for me to do the same, hoping and praying I’d be an alpha too.

It never happened.

And I thought I was the lucky one in the family. Betas live a relatively normal life. Unfortunately, it also means I’m an average student and my dreams of becoming a medical doctor, like my mother, never took off.

It doesn’t matter anymore. Destiny had a different plan for me, and now I consider myself fortunate that I didn’t pursue that path because all I can envision now is owning my own café, baking delicious cakes, and serving the finest coffee to my customers.

My boss is selling the business soon. One hundred thousand dollars is what he told me I could buy it for. Apparently, that’s with a discount, not that I see it. I’ve seen cafés being sold for less than fifty thousand.

Right now, I can’t afford anything. But if I keep up what I’m doing, I soon will. Maybe ‘soon’ is a stretch of the truth. But I earn enough from my second job that I will eventually bring my dreams to reality.

I sigh, because I know it’s still a few years away.

Then sigh again because this ‘omega’ news changes everything. I’m no longer the lucky one of the three sisters. If I’m an omega, my life will change forever—and it really can’t get any worse.

Fuck my body!

“If I’m an omega, I’m not changing my life.”

I refuse to be that omega. All obedient and purring over my alpha. Ugh! I can’t think of anything worse.