Page 52 of Knot a Thief

Her eyes widen. “She has a beta with her.”

I whirl to face Silas, my anger threatening to boil over. “Seb was supposed to contact us.”

Silas places a calming hand on my arm. “It’s not the time,” he murmurs, before turning to the lady. “Get us the club owner.”

Minutes later, a distinguished-looking man approaches. I waste no time with pleasantries.

“One million euros,” I state flatly. “For instant membership and exclusive rights to take the omega through her heat.”

The owner’s eyebrows shoot up, but I can see the greed spark in his eyes. He considers the offer for a moment, then nods. “Deal.”

As he leads us towards the private rooms, my triumph grows. Soon, Ava will be mine. And this time, I won’t let her slip away. At least, until I’m ready.

He slides a card over a reader, and we step into his surprisingly simple office. The stark contrast to the club’s opulence is jarring. Only a small wooden desk and a cheap chair sit against a window with peeling paint on the sill. A large, faded print hangs crookedly on the wall, its frame chipped and worn.

No fucking wonder he took my offer.

He hands me an application form, and I snatch it impatiently, my pen flying across the paper. Every second feels like an eternity, knowing Ava is somewhere in this building.

“Hurry,” I growl, shoving the completed form back at him.

The owner nods, clearly intimidated by my intensity. He fumbles with his computer, the ancient machine whirring to life at a maddeningly slow pace.

I drum my fingers on the cheap laminate desk, my foot tapping on the terracotta tiled floor. “Is this going to take all day?”

“J—just a moment, sir,” he stammers, finally pulling up the billing screen. Scared, I'm going to walk away.

Without waiting for him to speak, I whip out my credit card. “One million euros, as agreed. Process it. Now.”

He nods frantically, swiping my card with shaking hands. The machine beeps, confirming the transaction.

“It’s done,” he says, handing me back my card. “Now, if you’ll follow me to the omega rooms.”

As we exit his shabby office and re-enter the luxurious hallways of the club, the disparity is almost amusing. Plush carpets muffle our footsteps, and the air is heavy with expensive perfumes and pheromones emitting from the omega rooms. I’m only interested in one omega.

My anticipation builds with each step.

Ava is near. I can feel her. Smell her. And this time, nothing will stand in my way.

My cock comes to life when her scent infiltrates every molecule around me. The reaction is immediate and intense, my body responding to her presence before my mind can even process it.

I grit my teeth, fighting against the primal urge that threatens to overwhelm me.

The door opens and I see her.

She has a glow, almost like an aura around her. It’s mesmerizing, drawing me in despite my best efforts to remain detached. Her beauty is undeniable, but it’s more than that. She’s more than her scent, too. I just don’t know why.

I shake my head, trying to clear the fog of desire that’s settling over me.

This isn’t what I want. I don’t want to be attracted to her like this. It complicates things, makes it harder to focus on my true goal.

I only want one thing from her, and that’s a baby.

An heir.

A continuation of my legacy. I wanted her once, but now this is all I want. It has to be.

“Please knot me,” her voice is a gentle whisper as her fingers clench the sheets on the nest.

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