Page 2 of Knot Our Mistake
"Well, that's for fucking sure," the delta laughed. "I would have known."
"It's a mistake."
"Odd mistake to have your name on, wouldn't you say?" the delta challenged, and if I had to guess, I wondered if the delta actually wanted me to stay as much as the alpha denied I was theirs. Well, contractually theirs at least.
The alpha ground his back molars, annoyed as he glared at the man behind me. "I didn't sign anything."
"Hmm." The delta flipped a page. "It appears to be your digital signature."
The beta woman cleared her throat. "As I had already mentioned, there is nothing I can do past this point. I would suggest getting in contact with Omega Industries directly and working out a return or exchange."
"She isn't a fucking sweater," he growled. "You can't just return or exchange a living being."
"Then what exactly are you trying to do with her?" the delta drawled.
"Send her back to her home."
"Return her," the delta corrected, and the woman gasped. A delta talking to his alpha like that was, well, unheard of. Yet still, he was bold enough to do so.
"I'd rather not be involved in your... family matters." The beta took a step back, then another, until she was standing on the steps. "Thank you for doing business with the Omega Industries."
The way the beta booked it out of there was impressive. How she managed to ignore the giant alpha's objections as he shouted, "I didn't do business with the Omega Industries,"was honestly mystifying. But before I could blink, the beta had thrown herself into the driver's seat and put the car in reverse.
We watched her drive away until she hit the main road, before the delta said, "I didn't hear the car start."
"What the hell am I supposed to do now?" the alpha grumbled, shaking the very porch we stood on.
"I reckon you should get to calling these numbers." The delta pushed the folder of papers forward into the alpha's chest. "I'll go get her things."
"We've got no room for an omega," the alpha objected, "or her things."
"We've got plenty of room." The delta brushed him off as he hopped down the few steps to the ground and picked up three of my bags together, as if they weighed nothing. "Come on, Darling, I'll take you inside."
I stepped down and walked toward my things, about to grab one of my bags, but a voice called from the side of the house, stopping me. "Don't you dare touch that."
I froze, my hands stilled before I dropped them to my side, right as a burly man, nearly as large as the alpha, stepped into view. Beta smells so good, my omega cooed. Damn it, she was right. He did smell divine, like a smoky fire and whiskey after a long day.
The beta bent slightly at his knees to catch my gaze, locking his soulful brown eyes on me. He spoke again, "I don't know what's going on, honey. But an omega never carries her bags."
With that, he stood straight, grabbing my remaining bags and followed the delta into the house. When I didn't follow, the delta peeked his head out the door, ignoring the furious looming alpha who was reading through the papers, and shouted, "Come on, omega, if you stay out there too long, you'll burn that pretty skin of yours."
I wasn't sure about that. I'd spent plenty of time in the sun and never had a problem with burns, but if the delta was inviting me into their home, it would be rude not to enter. I followed after them, sidestepping the alpha, keeping my eyes low as I entered their home.
The minute my body entered the dwelling, a full-body chill racked up my spine, and I shivered, inhaling deeply as their scent consumed me, causing my toes to curl. It was luscious in here, an addictive aroma of their scents mingling, combining, becoming perfect. Nothing like my former pack, whose scent made my nose itchy.
The delta and beta put my bags down before the beta spoke. "I don't know what I did right to have an unclaimed omega standing in my home, but I'm sure glad you're here, honey. Are you thirsty? Hungry? Need anything at all?"
I didn't know where to look. At them, at the surroundings, at the alpha? I opted for my hands. "The restroom, p-please."
The beta looked toward the alpha, who was still outside, for a moment, then nodded his head. "Sure. Follow me."
He walked toward a hall, and I followed him to the end where he flipped on the light and held the door open for me. "It's small, but it gets the job done. If you need us, just follow the same hall back, and we'll be waiting."
I stepped past him. "Thank you."
"No problem, omega." He swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing, and for a moment, I wondered if he was going to say more, but he didn't. Instead, he closed the door to the small space, leaving me alone.
I allowed myself a quick glance around the black and white bathroom, then I stepped toward the pedestal sink and turned on the water, letting it run until it was lukewarm before splashing the liquid against my skin. I took a few deep breaths while gripping the edge of the sink, talking myself into all thehard things I could do. Again. Because despite my past and how afraid I was for my future, I could do hard things. All omegas could.
