Page 185 of Knot Their Omega

“Not long now,” the voice declares. “She’s burning up and flushed. The fact she responded to that means she’s almost ready. Soon she’ll be moaning and groaning, unable to think straight unless she got some dick in her.” More laughter follows.

“She better get pregnant with my kid first. I’ll gladly follow suing her useless dad and his pack for more money to take care of the kid. Can do it again and again until they’re fucking bankrupt. The government will support us.”

“She’s gonna regret rejecting us back at the Meet-and-Greet,” another voice declares proudly. “Where’s Mr. Baek and his gang now?”

More laughter.

“They’re touring, of course. Haven’t even noticed she’s gone. Saw them on the news, reaching their next venue. I bet they use her as publicity with her whole ‘I’m Blair Vesper’ stunt.”

“I don’t believe that shit,” another voice announces in glee. “If she was so important, wouldn’t they have noticed her absence by now?”

They laugh and laugh.

“Blair Vesper being an Omega? Yeah, right,” one of them concludes. “All Omegas are helpless baggage who need to be put in their place. Once we’re through with her, all that defiance will go bye-bye, and she’ll just be a puppet in making the Rosedale pack rise in society once more.”

“Yes!”

I can only scream in my mind, wishing this was but a nightmare.

Knot Our Omega

~NATHANIEL~

“Why the fuck did you summon me here?” I growl in annoyance. I’m sick to my stomach, trying not to puke the Jello shit I had to eat to even have the energy to get out of the hospital. “I’m not supposed to be near anything dirty.”

“Why? Because you’re getting that chemo shit?”

A few laugh at that, but I roll my eyes and walk through the door into a space that doesn’t have twenty mother fuckers crowding around like this is some emergency.

I catch onto Alvin and Chris, watching as they’re talking among themselves while five massive bodyguards are chilling before me. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t confused.

These fuckers barely had enough money to have a roof over their head weeks ago, and suddenly, they’re in this private warehouse that’s four hours away? I only got here quickly because they sent a motherfucking helicopter to fetch me from the hospital.

A fucking helicopter! Where did they get the funds for that shit?

I try to walk forward, but the bodyguards give me side eyes while they sternly stand in front of me.

“Let him in,” Alvin calls out. “He’s one of us.”

“He gets first dibs since it’s thanks to him we reached this grand finale,” Chris declares with pride. “God. The next 72 hours are going to be nothing but bliss.”

“72 hours? I bet it’s going to be 96.”

“What’s after 96? I give it a whole fucking week!”

“I doubt an Omega can die from too much sex, so why not?”

“If she does, good riddance. Wasn’t meant for our tribe of big fucking cocks.”

They’re laughing as I approach, feeling completely confused.

“Maybe my chemo brain isn’t working, but what the fuck are you guys talking about?” I bark at them. “And how the hell could you guys afford to get a helicopter to pick me up like some sort of celebrity? I’m already getting shitty treatment after the whole truth about my sis became a trending topic to the world. I was only able to get treatment because nurses can’t use that shit against you,” I complain.

I’ve been struggling with all that side-eye attitude the Omega nurses had been giving me while delivering my chemo. It got to the point that I wanted a whole fucking Alpha team assigned to my care, but unless you’re a billionaire, you don’t get to choose who the hell gives your medical care at the basic hospital.

Fuck them. They can believe whatever the fuck they want.

My brother was stealing my spotlight, but it would come back at him.

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