Page 36 of Knot Happening

Thankfully, my stalker shut his fucking mouth before I had to stuff it with a sock or something, and stayed silent for the rest of the drive to the club.

I got more than a few curious looks from my coworkers as I escaped his truck and ran inside like a bat freed from hell.

I don’t have time for this, though. In a flash, I’m pulling my dress off and quickly changing into my uniform. Which is a pink silk lingerie set with this cute ass garter belt that holds up white fishnet stockings. The white bow ribbons that trail down the back of my thighs from the lace covered elastic send shivers up my spine.

More and more I find myself distracted by the things I have been wearing. I keep cycling back to how it feels like my body is beginning to respond more like a typical Omega. The nagging thought of the pills I have been taking makes my mind wander to the blue-eyed distraction.

I haven’t spoken to Declan in a while. Not since I returned his bracelet.

I see him walking the floor sometimes, or when he makes an announcement before opening, but we haven’t been alone.

I debate seeking him out before I start taking orders to ask about the contract. I had spent this morning working on paying the few bills I could and budgeting my month.

The facility I want to send Mom to is six thousand a month. Right now, I barely make that six thousand a month between the club and the diner. Which means I need to make no less than eight and a half to keep a roof over my own head.

I save all my tips, I only buy what we need, but the deposit is twenty thousand. I have nothing saved, nothing substantial enough to make a dent on that twenty grand. Not when I had so many bills to catch up on.

I’ll need to do three, maybe four higher paying jobs to cover the full amount. Once I sign that contract, I’m jumping in head first. If I don’t make at least four grand tonight, I’ll lose my shit.

I’ve given myself the goal of one week. I want my mom in that facility in eight days. Seven to earn the deposit, one to move her in. No time like the present to earn it, either.

I’ve gone through training with Dream, I’ve observed my coworkers, and I’ve read every handbook.

I’m ready. I’m more confident than I have ever been.

Minus the suppressants, feeling…weak. I’ll get my refill and worry about the rest once Mom is okay.

Hayden

I frown as my Omega struts into the club, her hips swaying in that sundress in a way that heats my blood and robs me of my last brain cell.

We’ve been on high alert. Kodiak stormed into the club one night, losing his shit about brownies, and needing to review security tapes.

We caught someone talking to Tatum on camera, that fit the physical description Kodiak was looking for, but he must have known camera angles because every shot is of his head from behind. Felix said the guy was an Alpha, so he couldn’t possibly be the Omega we were looking for.

Now Kodi is here every night, driving Declan nuts, hunting for our little stalker.

Kodiak is better with other aspects of the family business. Not that knowing that information sways him, once he’s gotten an idea into his head.

We hired three more Alphas for the security team. Something I handled personally. But then I’d seen my Omega trying to ride her bike home alone.

Fuck no. She doesn’t know this, but I tossed that thing in the dumpster at the apartment. I’ve already purchased her a replacement, but she’s not getting it until I’m sure it’s safe for her to ride it again.

She’s too fucking stubborn. She’ll leave for work hours earlier just to spite me. The thought brings a smile to my face.

I love her so much.

Her fire. Her sass. Her passion.

I follow her into the building, giving her her space, but keeping my eyes locked onto the sway of her hips.

Will her hips widen if I put my baby inside of her? Images of her stomach swollen with my kid makes blood rush to places it shouldn’t when I’m about to work the floor. The knot trying to swell at the base, just thinking of my Omega carrying my baby, has me fighting the instinct to take her to a private room and make those fantasies real.

My scent also goes a little overboard, but I just borrow a scent blocking spray from the security booth by the entrance to the club. I want Tatum smelling like me when she works, but I’m not an idiot. I can’t walk around a club filled with horny patrons smelling like I’m ready to bury my knot in the next available hole.

There’s only one place my knot belongs, and that's inside my Omega. Tatum. My Starlight.

“Fuck,” I grunt, as my dick strains in my pants once more. I need to get my mind out of the gutter. I’m doing a quick security sweep when I catch her determined scent, as she jogs up the stairs to VIP.

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