Page 41 of Knot So Broken

I can’t stop myself from reaching up and running a hand over his jaw. The edges are sharp, each line outlining the utter perfection that he is.

A low rumble starts in his chest that slowly turns into a purr. I melt back into him, keeping my hand on his face.

The rest of the world seems to slip away as Theo and I are all but suspended in time. My Alpha holds me, comforting me when I need him the most. It feels like any hesitations I had for him previously completely dissipate in that moment.

I know without a shadow of a doubt that this man would do anything to protect me. He has already shown me that he is more than willing to.

What I find in his eyes confirms everything I feel in the depths of my soul too. This isn't a game to him. This isn’t some kind of find the weird girl and make them popular kind of bullshit.

This is real.

Just through his expression alone, I know that he is mine and I am his. No words need to be said to confirm it. I can sense that he feels it too as he tightens his hold on me. He leans his head down so our foreheads are touching, “You are the most beautiful creature, Kennedy Hayes.”

I’m unable to stop the lone tear that drips down my face. His words aren’t any kind of grand gesture but to me, they are worth more.

Eventually, we break apart right as the teacher comes into the room. He looks at where I am sitting on Theo’s knee for a moment. It seems to be for a second too long as I feel Theo tense up behind me. The teacher must sense it too as he quickly looks away and begins marking the roll.

I tune out for the majority of the class instead focusing on the way Theo’s hands rub over my back. The light massage helps to relieve the tension from the already stressful morning. The bell shocks me out of the trance I didn’t realize I had fallen into. Theo chuckles as I shoot out of his lap, “Don’t be so eager to get away from me now, love.” I turn around with him, my heart clenching at the thought of upsetting him.

“Theo, that’s not what I…”

He doesn’t let me continue before he leans down, capturing a quick kiss. “I was only joking, sweetheart.”

I stare up at him in shock, “Oh, you!”

I slap his stomach which he clutches, pretending that my hit actually hurt him. He laughs, standing back up to his full height.

“Come on, I’ll walk you to your class.”

I didn’t realize how much I had become to rely on the comfort Jax, Theo and Ledger had given me the past day as we reached thedoor to Omega Studies. It baffles me why we even have to do this class considering we have Designation Studies as well, but here we are. It makes me wonder if it is Ridgeview or the Council that dictates the classes here. Anxiety overcomes me and my breathing becomes rough at the thought of separating from my Alphas completely.

Theo instantly notices the change in me, immediately stopping and bringing his hands up to my face.

“It's okay, love. Remember what we said?”

I nod, albeit slightly but it doesn’t seem to satisfy him enough.

“No, Omega. I need your words. If you feel unsafe, I want you to send us a message in the group chat. One word and the three of us will be right here.”

“I understand.” My voice is a whisper but it does the job, satisfying the protective need inside of Theo.

“I will see you in an hour, okay?”

I nod, as he brings me into his arms. I dig my head into his chest and inhale as much of his scent as I can. Instantly, his vanilla mocha smell calms me down enough that I am able to take a step back from him.

He smiles down at me as I turn away from him. I feel his eyes on me as I walk into the room. Yet again, every single eye finds me. I rush to the back of the room, collapsing into the furthest chair from the front.

I can’t help but fall back into my earlier behaviours even with Theo’s assurance that I would be okay. It feels easier to hide away from the world. Normally, I just did it because it felt easier. Now, I feel like I need to hide because I would prefer to not have a group of Omegas with pitchforks coming after me.

Judging by the looks I can see from under the curtain of hair I am trying to hide under, maybe hiding still won’t be enough.

The teacher walks into the class and begins talking, introducing herself to the room. “Good Morning, Omegas. My name is Mrs. Hart. Welcome to Omega Studies. I know all of you most likely know a lot about your designation already, but in this class we are going to help fine tune you so you become ready for your future packs if you are not yet mated. For those that have already found your packs, this class will help give you pointers on things you can do to help satisfy your Alphas.”

Some of the Omegas around us squeal in excitement as their chatter begins to fill the room.

Mrs. Hart quickly begins to quieten the room as she continues droning on about our designation. Like she said, we already know the majority of everything she says. Nothing is new to me.

Even though my attention is far from this classroom I do notice the moment that chatter around the room begins to ramp up.

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