Page 14 of Knot Excused
Gathering my itchy, horrible dress in my hands, I walked down the dark hallways searching for my Alphas.
Where were they?
Thank goodddd I had been able to wrangle Otis in to help me distribute the gifts. Maybe it wasn’t exactly the proper Omega way, but I didn’t care. Otis and Mary were the only two people I was actually happy to see, and they were stuck working my wedding. I didn’t even get guests at my own damn wedding.
With each Alpha, Otis bowed politely, then slipped a little business card for his Spirit Guide Consulting in their palms.
I wish I had some ancestors around right now to guide me to what the fuck I was supposed to be doing.
I hadn’t misheard Rook, had I?
He had said to wait for them in my suite.
Well, I was tired of waiting. I had been up there pacing back and forth and I was over it.
Where the fuck were they?
It wasn’t like I was in heatyet,but if we were going to have sex, all this waiting was just making me more nervous.
I’d been up and down what felt like every hallway, with no sign of them. This one seemed like it wasn’t very well-traversed, but I walked morosely down it anyways.
Maybe they had made a break for it.
Runaway grooms.
Who ever heard of such a thing?
Then I heard a little giggle, then a rustle, and a knot suddenly began to form deep in the pit of my stomach.
Creeping forward, I noticed that one of the doors down the dark hallway was slightly ajar, and that was where the noises were coming from.
Suddenly I didnotwant to know who or what was in that room, and I backed into the open door of what looked like a bathroom to get my breath back.
Gasping, I clutched the beautiful marble tile of the sink and looked at myself in the mirror.
What the fuck
Surely even they
Eventheywouldn’t
Theywouldn’t
We were supposed to be fated mates!
Then I heard another noise, this time from the room right next to me.
It was low and growly, and sent a pulse of sick heat to my stomach.
OK, now Ihadto know.
Carefully, I tightened my hands around the doorknob so it wouldn’t squeak, then I tipped the door open one inch and saw my First Alpha.
The first thing I saw was his broad, thickly muscled back and ass.
Rook was on the bed with a woman with long chestnut-colored waves under him, the muscles of his ass contracting as he thrust in and out of her.
For a moment I didn’t recognize her, then I knew who it was because I had seen them together a few times. Beatrice, their Beta campaign manager.
