Page 31 of Knot Gonna Lie
It was a dark and uncivilized time.
And yet, our ancestors should’ve foreseen where we are today.
Alphas were no longer in charge—not when it came to the position the gammas placed us in. We may have been capable of barking commands and had the physical strength that wasn’t mirrored in another role gender.
Because gammas were able to resist an alpha’s bark and an omega’s whine, along without being affected by aromas, they were able to govern the universe. If an alpha wanted to not spiralinto insanity, they needed to come up with the funds to provide tithes to the station to have the opportunity to be investigated.
If they continued to raise their fees and requirements to enter The Den, the Matron and her enforcers would have a problem on their hands. Alphas were already at their limit. Make enough alphas frustrated and they would revolt, ending the gamma’s control over the omega population.
Now that I had Elara, my only wish was not to be at the station when it happened. Instead, I needed to focus on what my clan wanted, and that was to buy an exotic house of our own, away from the Coco Pharma, so we could enjoy a relaxing vacation whenever we weren’t needed.
I would calm down once we established a base at a beta-owned resort, away from all of the fighting that would break out.
Sitting up on my side, I carefully brushed back loose strands of Elara’s hair from her neck to see how my claim was healing. She winced. I halted and held my breath as I waited to see if she would wake up. Instead, she let out a sigh and rubbed her ass against my softened cock.
Over our newly formed psychic connection, I could feel her thoughts muted as she remained in a peaceful slumber. It would take time to get used to having another intimately know my mind. The closer we became, the more we would be able to pick up from each other.
That was how omegas tamed alphas, preventing them from spiraling.
How could an alpha be able to abuse someone that was an extension of themselves?
Careful not to let her soft curves stir me awake, I shifted slightly, angling my hips away so I wouldn’t press against her in my sleep. As much as I wanted to take her—anytime she asked—I needed to hold back. Let her rest. Let her neck heal.
We weren’t out of the asteroid field yet. Her heat was getting closer by the day, and I needed my claim to be completely healed by then. I wouldn’t be able to settle until it had. Witnessing how red and angry it appeared, it took all of my control to not jump out of her nest and gather Seth to scan her to make sure it wasn’t infected.
The last thing I wanted was for her to wake up and think I’d abandoned her—especially after everything we shared. I knew how vulnerable the morning after could feel, and I didn’t want her mistaking my absence for regret. I needed to be the first thing she saw, to reassure her if she needed it…and help her clean up before we faced the crew—if she wasn’t in pain.
A ding vibrated through the silence of the room as the wall vidcom lit up with Syzygy’s logo. I cursed at the crew member who allowed an outsider to interrupt my first morning as a bonded alpha.
Elara yawned and twisted in my embrace, her body instinctively curling closer before she blinked up. Her hazel eyes found mine, and she jolted awake.
She stilled.
A flicker of confusion crossed her face—then realization. Her breath caught. The bond thrummed between us, thick with surprise.
Her dazed appearance transformed into annoyance as she bared her teeth at the ringing vidcom.
“Can’t you shut that up?” Elara complained with a frown. “Why would someone at the station want anything to do with me?”
“Not anyone,” I corrected. “There is only one person who is bold enough to contact us at this time.”
“And that would be Quinn.” Elara let out a sigh. “She has always been a stickler when it comes to me needing to wake upearly. She hated letting me sleep in even though I wasn’t needed somewhere or to do something until later in the day.”
“If I don’t answer it, she will think I’ve taken you hostage or something,” I hedged. “I don’t need a swarm of enforcers at my bay door, demanding entrance.”
“Then answer it.” Elara picked up a nearby discarded blanket, threw it over our lower bodies, and repositioned herself against my side. “So I can go back to bed.”
“System. Open coms.”
“About time.” Quinn huffed before the screen updated to the view of her face. “I was starting to think the both of you were still mating from the amount of time it took you to answer.”
“We were sleeping,” Elara complained to her old caretaker and frowned. “You know how much I love it.”
“It’s good for you to create a habit out of it.” Her sharp brown eyes locked onto Elara’s neck, and she grinned. “It seems I have to congratulate the two of you for establishing a sacred connection between alpha and omega.”
“Should I have my medic look at it?” I asked the gamma, hating the feeling of potentially failing Elara with my hesitation. “Or is it normal?”
“Her mark isn’t something for you to be worried about,” Quinn replied, her brown eyes focused on the healing process of Elara’s angry wound. “If it starts to ooze and become unbearable, then it would be smart for you to visit your medic—or the infirmary on the station.”
