“Good luck with that.” She chuckles. “I’ve been searching for mine my whole life. It’s easier said than done.”
“Is that why dad left us? Because you weren’t his soulmate?” Every time I think about the man who abandoned his wife and children with no concern, a heavy ache is in my heart. Not for me … for her.
“No. He was just a selfish, cheating bastard.”
I giggle. Not that I could’ve laughed about it ten years ago. When I went through a stage of blaming my mother for him leaving.
“But were you his soulmate?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No. I never yearned for him. I never loved his scent. He was never mine.” Her lips rise at the edges with a feeble smile before she lifts her wrist to check the time. “You need a shower. You only have thirty minutes left to get to work. We’ll talk more about this tomorrow once I’ve booked you into a Heat Hotel.”
“I’m just sick.”
“You’re not sick, Grace, you’re an omega.”
“She’s booking me a room in a Heat Hotel,” I say to my best friend, Sienna. We both work as servers in Top Shelf Coffee Bar, making delicious coffee and cakes, from morning until late at night.
I want to buy this café and get a license to have the option to add liqueur to the coffee, which will give it a unique selling point and differ from the other cafés around.
But for that I need money.
Sienna waggles her eyebrows. “I’ve heard all about Heat Hotels. Ella talks about them.”
Sienna nods. “Yeah, she told me all about the alphas with their massive sweaty bodies, big cocks, and bigger knots. Probably why she is so obsessed with making sex toys.”
“I’m not being knotted with an alpha’s cock.” I push my thighs together, feeling a wetness building already. “It won’t fit.”
“Have you seen one in real life? You know, on the BetaFans app.”
Only Sienna and Ella know how far I go in my side job to make the money to buy this café. And then I’m quite selective about what I tell them.
As I think about one of my clients, I vividly recall the explicit image of his hand stroking his cock, while his other hand gripped his engorged knot. “No,” I respond. “Only on the web.” It’s not an outright lie. I’ve never been up close and personal to his cock or his knot.
And we keep our privacy. I wear a mask and a wig; and he never shows his face, leaving the camera primarily on his six-pack abs and his dick.
Could it be that his knot was the catalyst for my omega’s sudden awakening from her deep sleep? Or was it just him?
With a shake of my head, I dismiss the thought as utterly impossible. I’ve never laid eyes on his face or had the opportunity to experience his fragrance.
“Ella’s created more toys for her business. Not just the beta toy you used, but authentic alpha knotty dildos.” Sienna smiles. “I’ll send her a message and get you some, so you can get used to them until your heat really kicks in. To be honest, you’ll need to get used to being knotted, otherwise a pack will tear you open.” She widens her eyes before she looks around the café, checking that nobody’s listening. “I used one of her alpha dildo’s in my pussy once. Well…” She shrugs. “Only the end of it, it was...”
Sienna stops talking as the bell above the door to the café rings and two customers walk in and take a table.
“You’re a beta,” I hiss. “They’re massive.”
“Tell me about it.” She picks up her notepad and whispers, “Never again. I can still feel it. It was... Thick and really awful. It would have been less painful to have two dicks in my pussy. Imagine the strain on your pussy if you took the knot as well.”
I hold back a chuckle as say, “I’ll get any alpha to sign a contract that states, ‘no knotting.’”
Chapter 2
Lucas
I’ve spent endless hours practicing on the ice, sacrificed my love life and... a life, but nothing is hampering my dream.
The New York Bears want me to resign, and I’m currently mulling over a new three-year contract. I’m not ready to sign it, but I plan on staying here for my entire career. Prove they made the right decision in signing me as a rookie and making me a millionaire in the process.
It doesn’t stop other teams from offering me very enticing offers.