Page 1 of Knot So Fast
PROLOGUE: GOD, I HATE YOU…
~AUREN~
The glass shattersagainst the wall inches from my face, exploding into a thousand glittering fragments that catch the light like deadly confetti.
The sound reverberates through my bones, sharp and violent, as shards rain down around my feet like crystalline tears.
My heart hammers against my ribs so hard I swear it's going to crack them. I stand frozen in this moment, watching Lucius Wolfe's fury-blazed eyes slowly detour from mine—breaking that intense, suffocating stare that always makes my knees weak and my Omega purr in the most inconvenient fucking moments.
The stare that strips me bare and rebuilds me in the same breath. The one that makes me want to either kill him or kiss him, and I'm never sure which urge will win.
His gaze drops to my cheek, and I feel it then—the beginning pulses of pain, sharp and stinging like ice and fire combined. The warmth spreading across my skin. The slow, telltale descent of something wet trailing down toward my jaw.
Blood.
The metallic scent hits the air between us, and I watch his nostrils flare.
Watch the exact moment the Alpha in him registers what he's done.
Whatwe'vedone.
Because this fight didn't start with him—it started with me pushing and pushing until something had to give.
When our eyes meet again, I watch his expression transform in real time.
The thrilling rage that had been burning there—the kind that makes my stomach flip and my thighs clench despite myself—begins to decipher into something else entirely. Horror. Realization. The immense weight of what he just did crashing down on him like a freight train carrying all our broken promises.
His face goes white beneath that perpetual tan, his hands dropping to his sides like someone cut his strings.
"Fuck... Aur?—"
"Don't."
The word rips from my throat, raw and desperate.
I don't wait for him to say my name.Can't. Because that's my weakness—the way it sounds on his lips, rough and desperate andmineeven when we're destroying each other.
He's my weakness.
All of them are.
His entire fucking pack, and I'm about to detonate if I stand here one more second breathing in his scent, feeling his horror wash over me in waves.
The rational part of my brain—what's left of it—screams that this is exactly what I wanted.
To push him past his breaking point.
To make him lose control the way he makes me lose everything just by existing in the same space.
But seeing the blood on my fingers when I touch my cheek, seeing the way his face crumples...
This isn't victory.
This is devastation.
And the reality is, we’ll destroy one another if one doesn’t walk away.
I’m the sacrifice.
