Page 35 of The Knot Before Christmas

“We might have just met, but you know how the world works for Alphas and Omegas. It moves fast, in a blink of an eye our lives change. Nick and I, it‘s not something we want. Not anytime soon. Our lives are far more complicated than you know. But Ian? He wants it so bad. He would be the perfect Alpha for you. Never asking you to change, always being by your side no matter what, and worshipping you like you deserve.”

My eyes flick up to his, and my heart yearns for him. I want him to shut up. To stop talking, because damn it! He’s right. Ian has let me take control, not once complaining. If anything, he loved it.

Unlike his older, asshole brother, he doesn’t care about how I am.

“Anyway. It’s something to think about. Because reality is, Nova—and you said as much yourself, so don’t shoot me for saying this—you don’t have anything once we leave here. No house, no job, I’m assuming no family?” he asks, his tone isn’t mean or judgmental.

I nod. “Then what do you have to lose by giving in to an Alpha who would make you his whole world?”

Will turns around, heading toward the house, leaving me standing there unable to move.

He’s right. What do I have to lose?

Ian is nothing like the Alphas I’ve come to hate. Yes, he could fuck me over like Trip did. Like every other man I’ve been with has. But this is different. They are different. My scent matches.

And while Nick and Will might not want me, Ian does.

So why not take what’s meant to be mine?

“Fucking hell. I’m falling for an Alpha,” I groan. And you know what, it’s not the end of the world, is it?

Chapter 9

Nova

The men are in the basement, doing God knows what with the stuff they stole from the mall. Inventory maybe?

Whatever it is, they left me upstairs to do my own thing. I’ve been watching a movie, but I’m already bored.

Maybe it’s the curiosity of them being down in the basement that has my mind straying. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve had Ian by my side, pretty much every moment since yesterday, after Will and I brought the wood back to the house.

I hate to admit it, but I haven’t hated the attention. Sure, he’s a little much at moments, but fuck, the Omega in me loves being cared for. For once in my life, it’s not all about what I can do for someone else.

I hated what Alphas stood for, when the whole time I was dating a Beta who was treating me pretty much the same way. Maybe I’m a hypocrite, because Ian is not at all what I’ve seen in other Alphas.

It’s been three full days since we’ve gotten here, and I’m already feeling the cabin fever kicking in.

Okay, maybe that’s a tad bit dramatic. I just hate sitting still. I don’t remember the last time I had time off work that allowed me to just sit and watch TV for a few days straight. It’s not something I’m used to.

Sure, it’s nice not to be working long hours, waiting on people who don’t give a fuck about you. But I liked being on my feet, keeping myself busy.

I’ve been boredom-eating, and I’m fearing for my health. At this point, we’re going to run out of chips and cookies before the storm is over.

And to top it all off, that asshole Nick locked me in the house. That's right–in. I guess the fucker found some locks, from Gods know where, and installed them while I was sleeping.

Both the front and back door have locks on them. What a dumbass. Does he really think I’m going to take off? It’s freezing out, the snow is at least up to my tits by this point, and I have no idea where we are.

I’m not going anywhere.

He’s just being a dick because of how I acted with him yesterday.Pussy.

“Ugh,” I mutter, tossing the remote onto the couch. I’m bored, kind of tired, and a little bit horny.

I’m sure Ian would love to help me out with that one, but honestly, tiredness beats horniness, so I head up stairs to take a nap. Because why the fuck not? There’s nothing else to do around here.

Sure, being kidnapped could be a hell of a lot worse. I could still be locked in the bedroom. I'm still waiting for Nick to do that again. Thankfully, Ian would let me out if he did.

Once I’m in the room, my nose wrinkles. It still smells like sex and Ian’s maple syrup scent.

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