Page 108 of Knot All that Glitters: Part 1

By the time I climb out of the shower, I’m alone in the house. I expected it. They warned me they would leave, all four of them this time. I’d felt an immediate disappointment and loneliness at the very idea of being alone, but I’d pushed it aside.

They’ve done so much for me already, getting me away from my father. I can’t expect them to put their lives on hold forever.

They have work to do, and I need to respect that.

It doesn’t stop me from feeling more than a little mournful as I make my way through the empty house. Each of them had made a point of saying goodbye to me, interrupting my shower to kiss me silly. Creed had almost said fuck it and climbed in with me, but Hale had dragged him out with the promise of ‘later’ on his lips.

I love the promise of later. The anticipation of knowing that when they get back, they’ll delight in devouring me, and I’ll delight in being eaten.

But in the meantime, I’m alone for the first time in a month.

I blink at the realization.A month.

I’ve been here out of my father’s hands for an entire month. “I’ve been free for a month.” The words tumble from my lips in a giddy mass. “Holy shit.” I laugh at the realization. I don’t know why, but I feel the need to celebrate. A month of freedom feels momentous.

But there’s no one here to celebrate with.

Later.

That promise of Hale’s now holds two meanings. Yes. What better way to celebrate than by fucking the Calloway Pack all night long? And then maybe we can have that conversation that Jude promised. About bonding.

It’s been a week since my conversation with Hale and Tic, and maybe in that time they’ve changed their minds, maybe they’re more open to the idea now, to trusting that I want them and that’s not going to change.

A happy bubble expands in my chest at the idea. Jude was so sure that it’s going to happen. I want to believe him. I’mgoingto believe him.

That settled, I head to the kitchen and gather up a tray of snacks and drinks. There’s always my favorites on hand, and I am not entirely sure how they know what I like, but Funyuns are always in the cupboard and I’ve never seen anyone else eat them.

I add Swedish fish and a bowl of grapes, then a bar of chocolate. Some sour strings and potato chips. Way too much food for me to eat, but I don’t want to run up and down the stairs if I get a craving for something.

When I’m satisfied with my selection, I make my way into the basement and the media room, settling on the couch and flipping on the TV. I might as well catch up on Alpha Love Getaway while I’m alone. I haven’t quite brought myself to tell the pack about my obsession with the reality TV show, but I will. Maybe when the new season starts, so they can watch it with me from the beginning.

Only when I go to select the next episode I need to watch, it isn’t there. I frown. The episode list jumps from thirty to thirty-two. No episode thirty-one.

Hmm… maybe I can find it somewhere else? I reach for my laptop and open it the rest of the way. The screen flickers to life and I realize this isn’t my laptop, it’s Jude’s. But I know he won’t mind if I just look up if there are any other places to watch Alpha Love Getaway.

The screen has opened to an excel spreadsheet, which…boring.I’m about to click on the internet app when I realize the spreadsheet might not be as boring as I thought. Not if the word ‘Anal’ is on it.

Attention captured, I scan over the rest of it, my heart dropping the more I read.

I stare at the spreadsheet, not fully comprehending what it’s saying. On one side of has a list of all the guys’ names and the top is a list of… sexual acts. Groping: 1 point, Kissing: 5 points, Hand job/fingering: 10 points. The list is long and comprehensive. The points increasing until the last few. Oral: 20, Fucking: 25 points, Anal: 35, Knotting: 50 points, ILY: 75 points, Omega Bite: 150 points.

I scan over the points accrued. Under Jude there’s 41 points in the Oral section and I click on the little carrot that shows there’s a comment.9/7 In public x2 pts, 1 orgasm, with a link to something. Hale has 41 in the same column and I clickon it to see a similar note.9/7 In public x2 pts, 1 orgasmand another link.

The last column is a total of all their points. Hale is by far the highest number, while Creed is hardly on the scoreboard.

I frown. Unease creeping over my spine. I glance over my shoulder, feeling like eyes are on me, but there’s no one there. Gnawing at my lip, knowing I really shouldn’t, I click on the link. It opens a video that starts playing immediately. It takes a moment for me to realize what exactly I’m looking at. There’s no sound, but it’s me. Unmistakably me. At the park, with the four of them around me, Jude’s mouth on my pussy, being careful not to block the shot. His phone must have been by my feet, recording everything.

Understanding hits hard and fast. The spreadsheet. It’sme. It’s all the things I’ve done with them. That I’ve let them do to me. All the wheedling, the dares, the long looks and the sweet kisses. They’ve all been lies. Every kiss, every touch, every time I came, every time I swallowed their cocks, or let them finger fuck me. It was all a game.

And the end game is an omega bite. Me wanting to bond them. Not amatingbite. An omega can bite an alpha and an inkling of a bond will form, but if the alpha doesn’t bite the omega back, it’ll eventually fade.

Not an hour ago, Jude was begging me to bite him. I thought it was because he wanted to bond with me,actuallybond with me, but it was just to get the 150 points.

A whine pulls from me as I click on another link and another. One after the other, photos and videos of me with all of them in my most vulnerable moments, when I trusted them with my body, with my pleasure, with my heart. Security camera feed from the house, in the bedrooms, the sauna, the gym. Someone recorded Creed and me in the alley when I went down on him. One of his hands is in my hair and the other is flipping off thecamera as he smirks into it. Me and Hale in his bed after I told him I was falling in love with him.

He didn’t say it back. I told him it was okay; he didn’t have to. Not until he was ready and he…

Suddenly my lungs feel too tight. I thought we were working toward something. I’d started to believe them when they told me they wanted me, even if they weren’t ready to bond. But they… they don’t. This is all just an elaborate game.

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