Page 1 of Knot His Omega
Chapter One
FINNEGAN
There’s a heavy weight sitting on my chest, and I know it’ll be there until I get my eyes on my ma.
LeavingHeatedwas my only choice, but part of me hates it, while the other part is…grateful.
I know Bree isn’t the omega for me, and I think I’ve known it for a while—I just wasn’t willing to admit it. Not while I was still on the show, anyway.
I’ll never say that anything about the fact that my ma dying is good for any reason, but I think it’s best for all parties involved I left. I think Bree would’ve come to the same conclusion—I wasn’t meant to be hers—eventually, but by then, how much more attached would we have been?
It’s bad enough leaving as late in the show as I am, and I hope to keep in touch with the many friends I made while onHeated—including Bree.
I practically shove my ticket at the woman, who scans it before waving me to board the plane. I don’t mean to be rude, but I just want to get hometo Scotland.
What if she dies while I’m in the air? What if I never get to say goodbye?
I should’ve gone home more. I should’ve called more.
Fuck. Isn’t this always the worst part?
The regrets we feel when someone we love is dying or dead.
We can try to be the best people we can be in life, but there are always regrets.
How has it been five years since I visited home? How did I let it go on this long?
I love my parents with all my heart, but I nearly forgot about them after moving to America. At least, that’s what it feels like.
I’m a terrible son, and I’ve never regretted it more than at this moment.
I blink away the tears as I shove my carry-on suitcase into the overhead compartment over my first-class seat.
It’s something I could afford on my own, but I would never bother. Why spend more when I can spend less?
But I wasn’t the one who bought my ticket—that was Tessa and Bree. Yet another reason to be grateful to those two women, who changed my life in ways they can’t even imagine.
Without even seeing the ratings, I knowHeatedis going to be a hit.
Everyone wants to see a happily ever after—especially played out on a screen in front of them.
It’s just too bad it’s not my happily ever after.
It’s not like I’m getting any younger, which is why I decided to give the reality dating show a chance. But it just wasn’t meant to be.
Maybe I’m just not meant to find an omega or a pack. Maybe I’m just meant to spend my life alone.
I guess that wouldn’t be the worst thing. After all, I have Luna, my beautiful baby girl.
I think I might be okay with being nothing more than a dog da.
Maybe.
Shaking my head, I settle into my window seat as I shove my laptop bag underneath. I’m not really sure why I grabbed it when I’m not currently seeing any patients. I guess it’s a habit to take it wherever I go, and it’s not like I’ve been able to browse the internet for the last six weeks or so. I should probably catch up on what’s going on in the world—when I can focus on anything else besides worrying about my ma.
Fuck.
I can’t believe she’s dying.
