Page 63 of The Knot Before Christmas

Looking down, I find a pile of blankets and shirts. Brows furrowed, I bend down and pick it up, bringing the fabric to my nose. Eggnog with a hint of cinnamon.

Will.

He brought me this for my nest.

Smiling, I bite my lower lip as this stupid girly, giddy feeling hits me. Quickly, I toss them on the bed, go use the bathroom, and get back to my room to make my nest perfect.

At least I do my best. Because it’s missing one thing. Gingerbread and snickerdoodle.

Knowing it’s a losing battle, I settle for what I have, even if a part of me longs for more. Curling up in the piles of blankets and pillows, I close my eyes and go back to sleep, surrounded by some of the most comforting scents and pray tomorrow is a better day.

Chapter 14

Nova

It is indeed not a better day. Not by a fucking mile.

It’s God knows what hour of the day. I can’t think straight. My body is on fire, my skin is crawling, and my stomach’s cramping.

I’m sweating like crazy and all I want and need is an Alpha to take it all away.

Whimpering, I roll over in my nest, burying my face in the fabric that smells like Will and Ian. I whine, missing another scent. I need it, I need him to settle this ache inside me. All of them together.

My Alphas, my scent matches. But he doesn’t want me.

Ian does. Ian will take the pain away. He will do whatever I want.

Yeah, Ian. I need Ian.

Only when I sit up, blinking through blurry eyes, I don’t see him. He’s not here. Why isn’t he here? Where did he go?

Trying to think through the haziness of my mind, I remember I kicked him out. I didn’t want anyone in here with me.

Well, that was stupid. I need him.

My body feels heavy, and sore as I crawl my way out of bed. The world spins as I stumble to the door.

I can feel the slick running down my thighs as another cramp takes over my stomach.

Groaning, I wrap my arm around my abdomen and pull my door open. It feels like there are bricks strapped to my feet with every step I take.

Finally, I get to the bottom of the stairs. I’m so sore, so tired, so horny, everything wrapped into one fucked up ribbon.

I follow the voices coming from the kitchen. When I hear his voice, I let out a pathetic whimper as I stop in the entrance of the kitchen.

All three of their heads whip my way. “Fuck,” Nick hisses, nostrils flaring as he stares at me like he wants to both kill me and fuck me. I wouldn’t say no to the latter. Right about now, I’d be willing to let anyone do whatever they want to me if it meant taking the pain away.

And that’s the scary part about being in heat. Omegas are so consumed by their urges, their needs, that we don’t think clearly. And with each passing second, I’m losing myself.

“Hell,” Will groans, leaning down in his chair as he runs his hands through his hair.

I want them. I want to get on my knees, crawl to them, beg at their feet to take me. But the part of me that is still conscious of my surroundings, knows that there is a chance of rejection and I don’t think I’d handle that very well.

So my eyes lock on the one Alpha I’ve been too afraid to admit is perfect for me. The one I know I want to be mine. To bond with, to spend the rest of my life with, if he will have me that is.

“Alpha,” I whine, reaching out to Ian. That's all I need to do before he swoops in and saves me. Finally, someone who wants me, who really wants me.

Maybe that's all I ever really wanted.

---