Page 17 of My Knotty Mountain Men

Pulling my attention away from the window, I look around the house, taking the time to get a real good look at this place.

It’s decked out in Christmas decorations. There’s a tree over in the corner, stockings on the fireplace, and every doorway is framed with garland. I smile as I imagine a stocking pinned up for me next to theirs this time next year.

Happiness floods me as I head into the kitchen. I pull out everything I need for a big Christmas breakfast and get to work.

I want to thank them for everything they’ve done for me this past week. They’ve taken care of me and made sure I was fed and washed. This is the least I can do for them after I put them through quite the workout.

Once everything is in place and the table is set, I’m about to head back to wake them all up when I hear a knock at the door.

I pause, looking at the door and then back toward the room. I should go and wake them up to answer the door; this isn’t myplace. But I also don’t want to make whoever it is out there stand in the cold and wait.

When there’s another knock, I make the decision to answer it myself. “Hello,” I say when I open the door, a friendly smile on my face.

It’s a woman. A heavily pregnant woman. “Who are you?” she asks in a clipped tone, crossing her arms as she glares at me.

My smile falls. “Ah, I’m Violet.”

“Well, Violet, my name is Sylvia and I’d like to know why you’re in my Alphas’ house?”

My stomach drops as my heart pounds in my chest.Her Alphas?But she’s not an Omega. That has to mean this isn’t her pack, right?

“Y-your Alphas?” I stammer out as everything starts to fall apart.

“Yes.MyAlphas. I leave for a few weeks and come back to them fucking some Omega?” She rubs her belly. “While here I am, pregnant with their baby.”

Everything crashes down around me.

I stare at her belly as her words sink in. I should have known this was too good to be true. I knew nothing about these men, and here they had someone. And a baby on the way.

They cheated on this poor woman while she was away. Everything they said is a lie. I was just some Omega pussy for them to indulge in while their Beta was away.

I feel sick. I’m gonna puke.

I try not to pass out as I stumble away from the door and over to my boots. I clumsily put them on and grab my jacket, snatching up my purse and a pair of keys to one of the snowmobiles. I don’t look at her as I pass her in the doorway. “I’m so sorry,” I say, tears running down my face.

I’m doing my best to hold it together as I find out which machine the keys belong to. When I have the right one, I start it up and take off right away.

It’s only when I’m back at my cabin and behind the locked front door that I drop to the floor and let out a heart-wrenching sob.

My dreams have been shattered. All I ever wanted was to find Alphas who loved me, wanted me, to give my first heat. I wanted my first time having sex to be with someone who wanted me forever.

But it’s all gone now, wasted on men who used me as a thrill.

I don’t waste any more time and pull myself to my feet. I need to get out of here, to catch the first flight home.

For the next five minutes, I grab what’s important before heading out to the Jeep. Whatever I leave behind, I’ll pay the people who look after the cabin to ship it back to me.

Wiping my eyes, I start up the Jeep, relieved that the plow has been through here, so I’m able to get out with little trouble.

The whole way to the airport, I try to keep it together. They’re not worth my tears.

Only, I seem to forget the fact that I’m their scent match, and being away from them could literally kill me.

But I can’t think about that right now. There are ways around it. I can take suppressants so I don’t have another heat. There have been a few Omegas who didn’t have access to their Alphas, and they were given meds to take the pain away.

Anything is better than experiencing the devastation I’m feeling right now.

This trip was a mistake. I should have never come. And now my favorite holiday is tarnished.

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