Page 82 of Knot My Only Fan

I watched two episodes of Friends, ate a plate of Chinese food that Mom brought home, and after a quick phone call with Sienna, I’ve decided what I need to do.

“Bye love, see you in the morning,” Mom calls just before the door shuts and finally I’m alone. I have a few hours to myself, because Mom is working a night shift at the specialist omega clinic. Harlow is on a date with Colton, and Bardot is visiting her friend.

I was never going to do this again. But I set up my camera on my OmegaFans account after I ate my food and decided if I was doing this alone I have to make sure my baby is looked after. And I need to start now before he or she comes along. Also, before I begin to show.

I have a thriving account on BetaFans, but I know content makers on OmegaFans make so much more money from alphas than BetaFans content makers do. And the reason I’m happy I never deleted my account.

It also hides me from Lucas, who is blocked from finding this account.

Not sure why I’m worried about him watching. He warned me we were temporary. I should’ve known he had someone all along.

Cheating bastard.

And then he has the cheek to fight with Stanton.

My hand strokes over my belly as I wonder if he was jealous.

Stop it!

There’s something about Stanton I like, but in reality I think there’s a rivalry between the two men, and it’s the only reason he wants to help me.

And how long will that last? Not forever.

I have to look out for myself.

Still, I wish things were different, but I have no choice but to do this alone. Not only bring a baby into this world, but provide for it.

I groan, knowing I’m repeating my mother’s life.

Apart from my mother, I’ve never once heard of a single parent omega. Most alphas would burn the world down looking for their omega... their offspring.

Not Lucas, it appears.

I strip out of my comfy pajamas and pull on black lace panties and a matching lace corset with a garter belt. I fasten the three straps hanging on the garter belt around my left thigh before doing the same to the right.

I stare into the mirror. My red wig is already tied up in a high, perfectly straight ponytail when I push the black fox mask over my freshly made-up face.

After tightening the band under my ponytail until the mask is flush against my cheeks, I slide a layer of red gloss on my lips. I look different, the make-up, the hair, along with eyes that are surrounded by black eyeliner and lashing of mascara. Anything to hide who I am.

I only wish I had enough money to burn so that I could’ve bought myself a different colored wig. But as I’m trying to save, not squander money, I decided that’s one expense I really can do without.

My heart pounds in my chest as I stare at my reflection in the floor to ceiling mirror. My outfit is sexy but still provides enough coverage over my growing tummy, not that there’s enough of a bump for anyone but me to notice.

The lace and the straps give it full on sex appeal that I don’t normally go fully for. But time isn’t on my side.

I check myself for the last time and once I’m happy with how I look, I hit the green button to show myself as live and available on the app.

And hope the money will roll in.

Money I desperately need. I wish I could earn enough to purchase the café, but realistically, I need to first provide for my baby.

Money I know I’ll make so much quicker on OmegaFans, because it only has one thousand, seven hundred and twenty-five live omega streamers, as opposed to one hundred and sixteen thousand betas on BetaFans. I should earn with little effort and I plan to make as much money as I can.

I take a seat on my dresser, opposite the camera which is resting on my bedside table to give my subscribers a view of my bed, as well as me.

I took a break from doing live shows since I found out I was pregnant. Only uploading old videos and pictures for my subscribers because I didn’t want to miss out on the hundreds of dollars a month the app still handed to me.

As I cross my legs, the remote tucked in my panties vibrates, telling me my first viewer has logged on.

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