Page 23 of Knotting Before Them

“Some people are born an alpha, other betas, and some omegas,” Wylder started.

“Like a personality trait?” she asked.

I made a throaty sound as Wylder shrugged. “Sure, that too.”

“That too?”

“It’s biological, Jules,” Theo intervened.

“We’re alphas,” Wylder told her. “And you’re our omega.”

She furrowed her brows. “Again, like a personality thing?”

“It’s not like a test you take online,” Theo replied, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I told you, it’s biological. Every alpha knows they will find their omega one day. We’re made to mate her. But we thought she was here, in the town.”

“That’s why you’re in heat right now,” I interrupted. “You found us, and your body is reacting.”

“Oh my God.” She laughed, standing up and crossing her arms over her chest. “You are insane. I’m not in heat!”

“How you explain this whole thing, then?” Wylder challenged.

“I don’t know. I’m in lust or whatever. You guys are hot. Jesus, Theo and Wylder took turns going down on me. Of course I got a little crazy, but I’m okay now. I’m not in heat. I’m not an omega.”

“You’reouromega,” I corrected.

“You’re insane.”

“Explain it then, sweetheart,” Wylder mocked. “And don’t tell me it’s just lust.” He cut her off before she opened her mouth. “I can smell your pussy from here, even after the bath. I’m pretty sure if I reach under that t-shirt, I’m going to find you dripping wet.”

Julia swallowed a lump in her throat, and if it wasn’t for her scent all over my room, just her eyes would be enough to tell the tale.

“Jules, sit down,” Theo commanded, rubbing a hand over his beard. “It’s difficult for us too. We never imagined we would have to explain what being an omega means.”

“Oh, I’m sorry if this is an inconvenience to you,” she mocked.

“If you just listen…”

“No.” She shook her head. “No.”

“The mountain was calling you,” Wylder pushed. “You said so yourself—the mountain called you. You knew you had to be here. You found us against all odds, and now, your body is burning up. You are soaking wet for us three. You need to be knotted.”

Her face closed in a tortured expression, and I knew we lost her. Her eyebrows furrowed as her luscious mouth closed in a thin line. Whatever Wylder said was too much for her, and before I could repair his mistakes, she turned on her heels and left.

I wasn’t an omega.

I said it to myself as I opened my suitcase with rage and started to pack.

They were probably in a cult, that was it. Still, I wasn’t hanging around to figure it out.

Wylder might be right: my body was betraying me. Even when I was angry at them, I was slick. My nipples were hard, and my mouth was still parched.

It was just lust.

A crush.

Something.

I was throwing my toiletries over my clothes in the suitcase when someone knocked and let himself in before I could deny company.

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