Page 72 of The Knotty Omega

My cheeks heat and I cover my face. Simon was so shy and reserved when I met him. Who knew all it took was a little sex to bring him out of his shell?

“Not sleeping. But our omegaisan insatiable little vixen,” Mattie has rolled over to smile at me, and I realize that Mattie, Archie and I are all naked.

Ollie snuggles further into my stomach. “A vixen that is the best pillow in the whole damn world.”

Then, Titus comes strolling into the room, clapping his hands. “Come on everyone, rise and shine! I made pancakes and eggs and the really good, thick cut bacon everyone loves!”

Archie and Ollie groan, both nuzzling against me, and Mattie chuckles, pressing a kiss to my hair before rolling out of bed, stark naked. All my men look amazing naked, but Mattie was the most surprising. With his suits, he looks polished and almost lean. Without his suit, however, it’s obvious just how thick and built he is.

Not as built as Titus, obviously, but way more muscled than I had thought.

“You have a little drool there,” Archie pretends to wipe at my mouth, and I playfully shove him away. He grabs my arms and pulled me in closer for a kiss before releasing me and rolling off the other side of the bed.

Now all that’s left is to get Ollie up.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

After breakfast, we’re all sat in the living room, the guys looking at me expectantly. I mean, it makes sense, given that I’m the one that called this pack meeting. All the attention still makes me antsy though. Especially since I had another heat spike in the middle of our meal, causing Ollie to hop into action by crawling under the table and eating me out with two fingers in my pussy until the need to be knotted subsided.

“What did you want to talk to us about,tesoro mio?” Mattie asks, taking my hand. “Is it about what we spoke of last night?”

Taking a deep breath, I nod and look around the room. “It is. Since it’s becoming clear that my heat will be here sooner rather than later…” I trail off, looking around the room, “I’ve decided that it’s time to talk about why I had lived my life the way I did until a few weeks ago.”

“Only if you’re sure, sweetheart.” Simon smiles kindly at me from one of the recliners, and Ollie, Archie, Mattie and Titus murmur their agreement.

“I’m never going towantto,” I pick at my nails as I talk, “but you need to know.”

“Then speak,amore,” Mattie squeezes my hand, “we are listening.”

“My dads have always doted on my mom,” I start, “they set the bar. When I presented as an omega at sixteen, I had the expectation that I too would be loved and doted on when I got a pack. So when my parents told me they had a pack they wanted me to meet, I had actually been excited. They were only a few years older than me, smelled fine, and were relatively handsome in a cookie-cutter kind of way. And, they were well off, which was very important to me at the time. I attended dinner at their home, which my family left me alone for…” I shake my head at the memory. That should have been my first red flag. You always chaperone young, unbonded omegas. “I started talking about how I was excited to go to college and start my career and they laughed at me. They thought I was joking.” A growl rips through the air, and my head shoots up, seeing Simon, of all people, looking like he wants to rip someone's head off.

“Calm, brother,” Titus walks over and puts a hand on Simon’s shoulder, but Titus also looks on edge.

Well, they haven’t even heard the whole story yet.

“I had decided then and there that I would grin and bear it through the rest of the dinner, but that I wasn’t interested.” A shaky breath leaves me, bracing for the reaction to this next part. “Then they presented me with this contract. Lining outduties, not limited to, but including how many times a week I was expected to sleep with them, as well as a rotating schedule of what night each member of the pack would get to share my nest with me. That I would not participate in any activities that would 'take away' from my duties, including school and a career. When I told them no, that there was no way I was signing that, and that I’d rather rot in hell before bonding into their pack, the head alpha backhanded me across the face.” A chorus of snarls rips through the air, and my eyes shut, forcing the rest of it out.

“Then I ran. They tried to stop me,” my words choke in my throat as Mattie’s hand tightens around mine and tears sting my eyes, “I managed to make them think I passed out, and then when they left me alone I made a break for it. I ran all the way back to my home, and told my parents everything, convinced that they would be livid. Angry that anyone would dare harm their little girl.”

A single tear runs down my cheek. “Instead, they asked me what I did to deserve it. When I told them about the argument, they told me not to worry and that they could still fix it. I could still bond with them, and they would ‘make it right’.” A bitter laugh leaves me.

“Part of me thinks they left me there without a guardian in hopes they’d bond me right there. Make it so they had no choice but to pay for me. After that, I packed a bag and ran. They were so concerned about making sure I ended up in an abusive pack that they didn’t even notice I was gone until it was too late. I still don’t speak to them. My brothers say I must have misunderstood, but I know I didn’t.”

In the next moment, Ollie’s chocolate peppermint scent envelops me as he cradles me to his chest, sinking to the floor.

“Why did they think I deserved to be treated that way?” I ask no one in particular, a sob breaking through as I burrow against his chest. “What did I do that they would allow that to happen to their own daughter?”

Ollie’s purr rattles in his chest and one by one, all of my alphas stop their growling, their purrs making me go boneless.

“Sometimes people are idiots,” Ollie murmurs, pressing a kiss to my hair. “But I’m so glad that you didn’t give into them Tink. You are stronger than you know.”

In the next moment, I’m surrounded by my alphas, their purrs melting my worries away. Archie has reached over and taken one of my hands, desperate to comfort me.

After I’m done crying, I wipe my eyes and look around at my pack. “Your parents are never speaking to you again.” Titus mutters. “Not unless you ask for them, but even then I might ask for a minute or twoalonewith your dads.”

The rest of my pack murmurs their agreement and I can’t help the warm, fuzzy feeling that grows inside, seeing them all so up in arms about something that happened ten years ago.

Titus keeps talking. “I mean, I would never treat one of our daughters like that—” then, as if realizing what he just said, snaps his mouth shut, his eyes wide.

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