Page 4 of Knot Your Rebel

Drinking was something I could control, and I never did it to excess on the off occasion I had access to liquor. I’d learned to never let my guard down with people in those life-altering teen years.

A big hand landed on the small of my back as he guided me away, his drink left sitting half empty, the fluid inside shifting slightly with the shake of movement around it. He’d stopped a few steps later and turned back to Nova. “That’s Rowen.” He motioned to the guy still sitting to the right of him at the bar, and his friend gave Nova a once over, smiling at what he was seeing. She was stunning. I don’t blame him in the slightest. Unlike my dark blonde, lightly highlighted hair, Nova had jet black hair that cradled the feminine features of her face.

Dark eyelashes fanned out over the greyest blue eyes you’d ever seen. Some days they even looked a little see through. She had those pouty type of lips that guys tended to like. DSL’s I think was the term used in school back in the day. Dick sucking lips.

She looked between Rowen and me, her lip caught between her teeth in indecision. I nodded my encouragement. She deserved her own slice of happiness. There was always a slight chance these guys would turn out to be the world's biggest assholes, but I had to hope for something more, right?

Rowen rose from his chair, wincing as it scraped across the floor. He laughed it off as he introduced himself to my friend. Eye contact. It always worked with men.

Brad and I wove through the crowd, pressing close together every few seconds until we found a spot we liked that wasn’t overly packed. I ran my hand up his arm, and he flexed the muscles below it. The suit he’d been wearing was soft, softer than it looked when I first saw him. It had to have been expensive.

As the night slipped away, we got to know one another. He worked in an accounting firm downtown and had just moved to the city not so long ago. He was also the only beta in his family. I wondered if he was too good to be true. Only time would tell.

After that night, it seemed like our love became a whirlwind of excitement. He brought me courting gifts like an alpha would, and he seemed so kind and genuine. I’d fallen hard for him with each caress and whisper of his love for me.

A few months later, I moved in with him. Nova helped me move my stuff from our apartment into his. I could tell she wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but she understood how in love with him I’d been. To this day, she kicks herself for not seeing the signs from the start. I'd just missed it.

He was my first non-childish love. We’d explored each other about as intimately as a couple could, and then moved on to experimenting and including other people. I was embarrassed at first, being naked in front of others, but the more I did it, the more I seemed to like the way guys looked at me. I’d perfume, my lust pouring into the room, and their eyes would go black. Brad had been friends with alphas. It was with him that I finally learned what an alpha knot could do for me. I finally learned that not all knots would hurt when done properly. The feeling was exhilarating.

The red flags slowly revealed themselves over the next few months we were together, but I’d dismissed them. Multiple times, I’d caught the perfume of another omega on his clothes when he came home, but he claimed it was because he’d gone out to dinner with work friends and sat near an omega. At the time, I believed him. My naivety shone like a bright beacon in a dark sea. I was so wrapped up in him that I didn’t realize the blinding facts in front of me.

The day I walked into our home and heard the vulgar sounds coming from the bedroom, I knew it was over. Dread had spilled over me, and a lump formed in my gut; sick with what I was hearing.

He’d been lying to me for over a year.

I sauntered back to our bedroom, head held high, because I had nothing to feel shame about. The door made an eerie creaking sound as I slowly opened it. What I saw was something out of a horror movie, and maybe the door was giving me fair warning. And, of course, they’d been too into each other to notice me.

“What the fuck?” I screamed and was met with the widened jade green eyes of my then fiancé. The bitch in bed with him had a devil-may-care look on her face; a smirk dancing across those plastic lips she’d probably spent way too much on.

Oddly enough, I had no feelings towards her. No, they were all specifically set aside for Brad; lying sack of shit that he was.

He throws his hand up as if to plead with me, as if that will make it go away, and then points between the two of them. “Rebel, babe, it’s not what it looks like.”

“What, then, does it look like, Brad? Huh? Because what I’m seeing is you with your dick in some other omega when I’m not home.”

He tried to smile and nod nonchalantly, but I could see the joker face slipping once he realized I wasn’t fucking with him. I was incredibly serious and downright furious. “We do this, though, babe. I didn’t think you’d mind.”

My hands drop to firmly plant on my hips, taking the typical slighted woman pose. “Yeah, we do it. You’re right. We do it together. Never have I said it was okay to stick your cock in some random omega, that I don't know, whenever you felt like it. We’re done.”

He scrambled away from the omega and hopped out of bed, walking toward me, one hand up as he approached, while the other lowered to his still half hard cock. Why cover it now? I’ve seen him naked a million times. Now, he’s embarrassed? “Look, we can talk this out. I didn’t think you’d mind. You always enjoy it when we invite people over.”

“You’re right. I do enjoy it. Do you have any idea why I enjoyed it?” He gave me a blank stare; completely oblivious. “Because we did it together. It was a decision we made together as a couple. We even talked about what this would do to our relationship. We promised each other if we ever wanted to see other people or go our own ways, we would discuss it first. But…” I pointed at the bimbo still in my bed. Man, bitch had a death wish. “I don’t recall a conversation. Am I missing something? Do I have amnesia and not remember telling you to sleep with whoever you wanted?”

“Babe…” The tone was condescending now, and his scent turned bitter.

“No… if this is what you want, Brad, then, fine. Sleep with whoever you want to. Just know that we are officially done.” I grabbed the heavy metal caging my ring finger and threw it at him, hearing it bounce off his chest and clank on the hardwood floor. “Keep that, too. Maybe you’ll find another omega willing to put up with your bullshit.”

“You’re being unreasonable.” His voice was cold.

“Brad…” All of a sudden, the cunt who shall not be named spoke, her voice nasally.

My glare met her no longer smiling face as her eyes pinballed between the two of us. “I don’t give a fuck who you are but grab your shit and get out.” Leaning down, I picked up the sorry scrap of an excuse for a dress and threw it at her. “Might need this. I’d hate for you to look like a home wrecker when you leave our house.”

“Don’t be bitter because he wanted me and not you, honey,” she replied snidely.

“Mindy, watch it,” Brad hissed at her. Ah, so she does have a name. Not willing to deal with this anymore, I spun on my heel and headed towards the spare bedroom; my new space.

He’d ruined us. I should have remembered that everything pure and innocent crumbles to dust with the haze of lust and greener pastures. I should know a playboy when I see one. After all, my father had been the king of them when I was growing up.

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