Page 1 of Knot Your Baby

Chapter 1

Freya

I’m exhausted, but notsated, as I stagger into the club and scan my card.

Lifting my hand, I check the time, knowing I don’t have long before the heat medication wears off, and I need to start my plan.

The beat of the club throbs through my body as I make my way to the bathroom to freshen up.

When I get there, I stare at my face in the mirror; I know I look a mess, but after I slap some foundation on my face—enough to cover the red blotches on my cheeks—I look vaguely normal.

I just hope the heat medication holds and I don’t cause a rut. But I’m at Club Midnight, a place where omegas come to play with alphas. It was risky coming here, but I had to. I’m only here for one particular alpha—my future baby’s daddy.

I comb my hair high off my hot neck and wrap a band around it, resulting in a messy bun.

I picked out a pink mask for tonight and slip it back over my head, hiding most of my face. And that along with the change of my hair color is all it takes to look nothing like me. Tonight, of all nights, that’s how I want it.

And now it’s time to find him.

My heated skin pebbles with goosebumps as I step outside the bathroom. I press my thighs together when I smell the delicious scent in the corridor, and smile. I know it’s him. My pussy knows it’s him; slick builds as I walk.

I thought I’d have to hunt him, but here he is.

Is he waiting for me?

Did he smell me?

Whatever.This time, I’m going to be the one in charge. I only want one thing and that’s his knot deep inside me—giving me what I want.

This is the place I’ll get what I want.

God, I need to come.

He’s turned me down before, but today will be different. I look different—I feel different. I certainly don’t feel the need to speak or beg for an alpha to fuck me.

Not even him.

My scent match.He disagrees, so I’ll do what I need to do.

I know I’m right as I walk closer to him. His nose twitches and his eyes blacken as he inhales my perfume.

I continue walking.

I know he’ll come running. I watch as his back stiffens as he turns to look at me.

“It’s dangerous coming here when you smell so delicious,” he says, tilting his head to one side as I walk toward him. He’s tall, easily a few inches over six feet. His hair is jet black and his eyes seem dark in the depths of this club.

I arch an eyebrow when I notice his large cock straining against his pants.

“I’ve booked a room,” I tell him, hoping he does exactly as I planned. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to go there now.”

His sharp jaw ticks as I pass him. Then he grabs my upper arm, his palm tightening around my flesh. My lips part on a gasp, and my eyes latch onto his.

He presses his nose against my hair, my neck, and then lifts my wrist to smell my skin there.

He made this so easy for me. When he normally doesn’t give me a second glance.

Don’t ruin it by talking too much, Freya.

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