Page 12 of Knot Your Damsel

The big Alpha growls and is on his feet in moments, coming over to me, his pheromones taking over the room. “If you touch her again like that,youwill die. Get your fucking hands off her.”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That makes me so hot.

His growl, his scent, his protectiveness… I want him, right now.

Instead, I drop the knife into the sink, showing how both my hands are empty as I step from between them. It’s better not to stand between a bonded Alpha and Omega.

Even when you feel they’re yours.

Even when you feel you belong with them…

Their combined pheromones, so thick in the air now, make it clear how broken I am. No matter how hard my body tries to let them know that I belong with them, it’s no use.

My fucking body is broken as shit.

My body is broken, just like my mind.

Twisted, broken, ruined beyond repair.

I can’t bring life into this world, so I’ve taken it upon myself to rid it of the lives that deserve to be gone.

No matter how much I wish I could make Caleb and Vera mine, mind, body and soul, I can’t because I’m broken. So, I’ll have to use other methods, like making them ‘pay off’ what Hubert owes me.

It’s the only way I can keep them near when they find out how messed up I really am.

Vera slowly comes over, her eyes soft as she touches my chest, running a finger over the wisteria tattoo, a reminder of what my pheromones are supposed to smell like.

“You’re an Omega.” Her voice is filled with surprise and warmth, and she sniffs my neck, like I did to her before, letting out a soft hum. “I thought you’d be an Alpha, maybe a Beta, but to think that Mathew ‘The Cleaner’ Page is an Omega.” Her pheromones spike, her voice going husky. “Fuck, that’s sexy.”

I lean towards her, my eyes on Caleb, who’s keeping a close eye on us. “Would you still think that if I had my hands wrapped around your neck? My knife at your throat? Like I’ve done hundreds of times?”

Caleb steps closer, his growl vibrating through my body. I’m playing with fire and I’ve not had this much fun, or been this hard, in a long time.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Her voice is quiet but sure, and she smirks as I meet her gaze. “You know that the moment you try that, Caleb will kill you. And I think you’re way too curious about us to cut this all short.”

She steps back, taking Caleb’s hand and pulling him back into the shower. “I told you not to get up. Now the cut on your foot is open again.” Her voice is soft, caring, almost like a mother chiding a child, nothing left of the husky confidence from before.

I watch them for a few moments, wishing it was me she was helping, wishing it was me who was helping Caleb. Wishing I could join them in the shower.

Then I shake my head. That’s not going to happen. I own them, their lives belong to me, but that means we’ll never be on the same level.

And who would want a twisted guy like me anyway?

I don’t do love. I can’t feel the damn emotion anyway.

And what’s the use when I’m broken, when I don’t perfume or go into heat. When I can’t be an Omega?

It’s better if I keep my distance, treat them like my property, my pets, indulge myself by watching them, but never be with them.

Yes. That’s the best plan.

5

Vera

Mr Page is sittingin the bath, the bubbles up to his neck, hiding his sexy body, as he watches us shower. He’s keeping his distance, though I’m constantly aware of his eyes on us.

I can’t ignore the way his pheromones made me feel earlier, and now that I know he’s an Omega, I somehow want him even more. I want to try to coax more of his pheromones out, mix them together, create a delicious Omega scent mix and then have Caleb fuck our brains out. Maybe have Caleb knot him while he’s fucking me, or… being sandwiched between them.

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