Page 51 of Knot Ruined

With a rough growl, Voss thrust deep once more, his knot pressing insistently at my entrance. Pleasure and anticipation twisted sharply in my gut as he held my hips, pushing forward until the wide stretch burned deliciously. He surged forward again, his knot locking tightly inside me.

I gasped, the sensation pushing me into another climax, so intense my vison goes white. Voss groaned roughly as he came, his warmth spilling deep inside me, filling me until I felt it start leaking out around his knot.

“Fuck, Fallon.” Voss’s breathing was heavy, warm breath fanning my neck as he held me tight, knot deep inside me. I felt blissfully satisfied, relaxed, and safe. His fingertips traced lazy circles on my back, each touch raising tiny goosebumps.

“You know,” Voss murmured, voice sleepy, rough around the edges, “I still can’t believe you're our mate. It’s like we finally got something good we never deserved.”

I laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his chest. “Funny joke, Voss.”

His whole body went rigid, and the soothing patterns stopped instantly. The silence stretched out awkwardly until I finally lifted my head, meeting his suddenly tense gaze.

The laughter died on my lips. “Voss, what’s wrong?”

His jaw clenched tightly, eyes darkening with discomfort and something else—panic. “I thought you figured it out.”

Confusion began to twist into dread, pooling in the pit of my stomach. “Figured what out?”

“You said you were made for me, and I thought. I thought you had figured it out.” Voss sat up carefully as soon as his knot released, shifting me gently to the side. He wouldn’t look at me directly, his expression of fear I'd never seen on him. He swallowed visibly, and my heart pounded.

“Voss, what are you talking about?” My voice trembled. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

He shook his head slowly, eyes meeting mine with an intensity that pierced my soul. “You're our scent match, Fallon. You're our mate.”

My heart plummeted, disbelief spiraling into betrayal. I pulled away from him, feeling suddenly vulnerable and humiliated. “Are you telling me you all lied to me?”

He exhaled sharply, regret filling his eyes. “We didn’t think you would believe us.”

I pushed myself off the bed, scooping clothes from the floor, not caring what belonged to whom. “You knew the entire time?” I hissed, fury rising. My limbs shook uncontrollably as I stormed toward the bathroom.

“Fallon, wait—” He reached for me, but I jerked away violently.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” I snapped, slamming the bathroom door behind me.

Tears blurred my vision as I quickly cleaned myself up, desperately scrubbing away the feel of him, my emotions raw and overwhelming. My fingers trembled as I yanked my clothes on, fury burning hotter with every heartbeat.

When I opened the door, Voss stood waiting, eyes wild, frantic. “Fallon, please, it’s not—”

“I don’t want to hear another word,” I snarled, storming past him and down the stairs, heart hammering painfully in my chest. I can’t believe they lied. My heart feels like it's being ripped from my chest. They had a chance to tell me. It's been fucking months since we got married. Did they not tell me because then they could get rid of me later if they wanted to?

I found Kingston, Romano, and Jace gathered in the living room, laughing softly at some show. Their smiles vanished the moment they saw me, alarm flickering in their eyes when Voss barreled into the room behind me, panic evident on his usually composed face.

“Tell me the truth,” I demanded, my voice shaking, eyes blazing with betrayal and pain. “Did you know from the start I was your mate?”

Kingston stood slowly, expression guarded but eyes filled with guilt. “Fallon, listen—”

“Did. You. Know?” I shouted, voice cracking.

He glanced at Romano, then Jace, before meeting my gaze again. His jaw tightened. “Yes, we knew.”

“How?” My voice wobbled dangerously. “How could you know?”

Kingston exhaled heavily, eyes haunted. “Your mother. Your scent lingered on her clothes. We asked her about you and asked her to introduce us.”

My heart shattered. My mother knew? She knew and didn't tell me?

Kingston hesitated, then continued softly. “She refused initially, but we offered to pay off her debts. She finally agreed, allowing us to meet you. But we wanted you, Fallon. Not—”

“So you fucking bought me?” My voice was a whisper filled with loathing. I took a step back, nausea rising in my throat. “That practically makes me your whore.”

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