Page 9 of Knot His Omega
An omega.
Why is an omega wandering around the park on her own?
She clings to me, sobbing as I stare down at her.
I only got a glimpse of her face before she fell, but I find my hand in her beautiful red hair—so like my ma’s—as I hold her against me.
“Shhh. It’ll be okay,” I assure her as I run my hand down her back. “Take deep breaths for me, yeah?”
I pull away from her, cupping her cheeks as I take a deep breath in before letting it out. It takes a few times for her to catch on, and then another minute for her pretty gray eyes to clear.
“Hi,” I say softly.
She flushes, trying to duck her head, but I refuse to relinquish my hold.
“It’s okay. Everything is fine. My name is Finnegan Abernathy, but you can call me Finn. What’s your name?”
She blinks up at me, sniffing quietly. “Alora. Alora Harris.”
An American? Here?
She must’ve gotten lost.
“I’d say it’s nice to meet you, Alora, but I prefer not to meet omegas when they’re sobbing.”
She giggles, and the sound makes me smile. Even though she is upset, she’s gorgeous. And she smells amazing.
I run my hand down her cheek. “Okay, Alora. Why don’t you tell me why you staggered up here sobbing? It’s not something I usually run into up here.”
She giggles again before her face falls. “I lost my pack.”
Her words have my eyes falling to her neck, and there it is—a bite mark.
Well, fuck.
It doesn’t matter how pretty she is or how good she smells. She already has a pack.
Not that it changes anything. She’s still an omega in need, and I will help her find her pack because it’s the right thing to do.
It’s what Ma would expect of me.
Hell, it’s what I expect of myself.
Chapter Four
FINNEGAN
“Well, why don’t we get you on your feet, lass?” I stand, pulling her up as I do.
She’s at least half a foot shorter than me, curvy as omegas are—though it’s harder to tell since she’s covered in the jacket.
Stop checking out the omega. She’s taken.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Mere moments ago, I was practically in tears because I lost my ma, and now I’m drooling over an omega I can’t have.
Talk about whiplash.
