Page 4 of Knot His Omega
But I kind of did, didn’t I?
Heatedhas blown up all over the world, and everyone is talking about who they’d like to see make it to the final rose ceremony and into Bree’s pack. Since the show airs about two weeks behind, no one knows I’ve left just yet. There are asurprising number of people who think I should make it to the end.
Too bad for them, they’re going to be disappointed.
I know I should see what else has been going on in the world, but I seem to lose myself in a spiral of everythingHeated.
So much so that I startle when there’s a knock on my pod.
I raise the lid to find Tabatha standing there.
“I just wanted to see if you’ve decided what you’d like for dinner? As soon as I have everyone’s orders, I’ll be serving you.”
Shit. Has that much time passed already?
“Uhh…” I grab the menu out of the pocket, glancing over the options. “I’ll take the pork chops.”
She nods. “An excellent choice. I’ll be back shortly.”
I close my laptop, deciding I don’t need to get lost on the internet any longer. It doesn’t matter what they’re saying about the show since I’m not on it anymore. I’ll worry about the world news later.
For now, I’ll eat my dinner and try to get some sleep. Jet lag is going to be a bitch no matter what, but if I can get a couple of hours of sleep, maybe it won’t be too bad.
I glance at my watch and do a quick calculation. Less than eleven hours until I can see my ma.
I can do this.
Chapter Two
FINNEGAN
Itake the corner a little faster than I should, but I’m all out of patience.
In less than fifteen minutes, I’ll be able to see my ma.
I’m both looking forward to and dreading it. Because that means saying goodbye to her, and I’m no closer to being ready for that than I was when I got the phone call.
How does one prepare for saying goodbye to a parent? We know they’re likely to die before we are, but there’s no way to prepare ourselves for that.
Especially not when it’s something sudden like with my ma.
How haven’t we found a cure for cancer yet? It’s been around for so long.
But I already know the answer to that.
All research and development moved to studying the new designations we found ourselves with after the Event, and now the focus is on why so few females are born each year. Not to mention the number of omegas and even alphas.
Our world is slowly dying after two hundred years.
“Focus, Finn,” I murmur as I grip the steering wheel, tired.
I’m too exhausted to let my mind run amok while driving. I can’t get into an accident before I see my ma.
I’ve never been more grateful than when I pull into the hospital parking lot and park in the first available spot.
Jumping out of the car, I pull out my phone and find the text from my da telling me which room Ma is in.
Ten minutes later, I’m pacing outside her room. I know I should go inside, but I can’t bring myself to.
