Page 1 of Knot a Thief

Prologue - Ava

The pink diamond glints in Garrett’s hand. Its brilliance is visible from my hiding place in the shadowy hallway.

The soft light from the open safe casts a halo around Garrett’s silhouette as he stares ahead for a moment, in deep contemplation.

He's owned the diamond since I became his omega. And now I wonder what he’s thinking as his fingers close around the gem. A diamond which is perfect in its four C’s: color, clarity, carat weight, and cut.

It’s also worth around fifty million dollars.

He opens his palm again and runs a delicate fingertip over the flawless oval-shaped jewel.

He doesn’t normally look at it.

Is he getting closer to asking me to be his wife?

I'm surprised it took him so long.

Not sure why, but for an alpha, he’s taken his time.

But then, I’m still waiting for lots of firsts. He tells me I’m not ready after everything I went through.

I wish he’d just kiss me.

Or fuck me.

Or ask me to marry him.

Surely then I’d get something.

Ugh. Maybe he'll ask after the ball tonight, or perhaps he'll take me to Italy like I've hinted at so many times. Where he’ll propose under the moonlight, and hopefully I’ll realize at that moment, he is indeed my mate.

A larger smile curves my lips as I think of how he’ll do it. As Garrett does nothing in half measures, I’m expecting something as elaborate as he is. Whatever his plan is, I don't want to interrupt him while he makes it.

Barefooted, I creep backward, away from his office, through his opulent home, and back to my bedroom.

His penthouse is a grand masterpiece, with vaulted ceilings, ornate chandeliers, and deluxe furnishings that most people cannot afford to buy.

The apartment is a treasure trove of priceless artwork and expensive items, each piece is testament to Garrett’s opulence and eye for exquisite items.

He collects anything expensive, arts, jewels ... me.

The floors are smooth, finished with the most expensive marble in the world, and polished to perfection with underfloor heating, making it warm underfoot.

The hallway is heavy with the scent of fancy candles and freshly cut flowers. There’s a hint of fruity perfume, perhaps from the flowers arranged perfectly in various vases throughout the rooms.

As I stroll through his home, my fingers glide over smooth marble countertops. Every surface is of the highest quality and craftsmanship, giving off an air of affluence and luxury.

But there is nothing here that is mine – or me.

I wonder if that’ll change once he proposes.

Because this home is a palace fit for a king and queen, his omega, and yet, it’s merely one of many properties owned by the billionaire alpha, Garrett Jameson—my alpha.

I quietly shut the door when I reached my bedroom.

I find it strange—not sharing a bedroom with Garrett. All the alphas I've heard about are dominant and like their omega around them as much as possible.

Not Garrett.

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