Page 4 of Knot Our Mistake
"It's a perfect place for Sophia." Did she not see the same girl that I saw? "Enjoy the rest of your weekend, Alpha Kendrick."
I hung up before my temper could consume me. But I was furious. What the hell were we going to do with a woman, an omega, in our small farmhouse? Especially a woman who looked like that? A woman so manicured, put together, fucking perfect that she couldn't be tarnished by this place, dirtied by the land and the things on it.
I closed my eyes, gathering any restraint I could muster before pushing my way into my house. It wasn't large; in fact, it was small, and I never seemed to have an issue with it, butnow I worried that the space I worked hard to build with my unit wouldn't be enough for the woman in patent pumps. When I entered, she wasn't there, only Bran and Leo who looked down the hall longingly, waiting for the omega to surface.
My chest did a funny little pang of regret, and I rubbed the spot before approaching my family. They wanted this; it was clear. But I couldn't understand how they could so willingly crave the omega when our hearts had been made fragile by a beta from our past.
"I'll fix this," I proclaimed.
"Why?" Leo hadn't bothered to look at me. "She's not our mistake. I say we keep her."
It wasn't that fucking simple. She wouldn't be happy here. She didn't belong. How could simple farmers like us make an omega like that happy when she clearly was used to the finer things in life? And hell, I can't deny she didn't deserve them. All omegas did. But the only thing out here in the middle of nowhere that I could offer her is horse shit and spiders.
"She isn't an object. We can't merely keep her," I protested.
"Funny," Bran snorted.
"What?"
"If she couldn't be kept, then she shouldn't have been able to be bought."
I brought a hand to my temple, feeling a low throb start. "I didn't buy her."
"According to that contract you're crumpling in your fist, you did," Leo smirked as I tossed the papers onto a side table.
"What now?" Bran's eyes were locked on the hallway, too fucking hopeful.
"Well, I can't just kick her out. The world out there is no place for an unaccompanied, unbonded omega." I sighed. "She can stay. But don't get your hopes up; it's temporary. The moment I can get the industries to come to their senses, she's leaving."
I spoke the words, knowing it was already too late. Five minutes under the intoxicating scent of that beautiful omega, and they were already obsessed. Already infatuated with the life we could have, disregarding the life we did have. The life that was never meant for an omega. She was not ours. Not our fucking mistake. But somehow, I had a feeling that to my unit, that didn't matter. We had an omega, and they would not let that go to waste.
CHAPTER
THREE
SOPHIA
My steps down the hall were light. I wasn't trying to be a sneak, wasn't trying to overhear the argument between them, but I did, and the sorrow it caused made my stomach knot. I was a mistake. They hadn't wanted me. I knew this, and all I felt was rejection all over again.
I pushed my hair to one side, letting it cascade over my shoulder, before taking one final deep breath and stepping into the room. I swallowed hard as the alpha's eyes instantly locked on my own, and I let my eyes fall to the floor. "Alpha."
He sighed, his frustration clear. "Omega, it appears you will be a guest in our home for a while. I hope that you can," he closed his eyes like he had to gather himself, and I looked back to the ground before he could open them again, "I hope that you can find comfort here among us."
"I think she'll manage just fine," the beta cut in. "Would you like a tour?"
"She doesn't need a tour; there is nothing to our home," the alpha snapped, before he took a breath and calmed himself. "Unfortunately, you arrived in the middle of a work day."
"Every day is a workday," the delta grumbled, and the alpha shot him a glare before he continued to speak.
"I've got work to do. I trust that Bran and Leo will help settle you in and make you comfortable."
Both delta and beta nodded their approval at the suggestion, but it was the beta who spoke first. "Are you hungry, honey?"
I was starved. Famished. Could eat a whole cow right off the farm, lightly charred... except, I knew what I looked like. Knew that I carried extra pounds that settled heavy in my hips and thighs, and if I wanted to gain my new alpha's approval, wanted to be more like the desired omegas that were all eerily similar, I needed to force myself to conform.
I swallowed down the saliva that pooled in my mouth at the thought of food. "I'm not hungry, Beta..." I shifted through my mind, trying to find his name. "Bran."
His eyes roamed over me, and I wished my stomach didn't pick that exact moment to rumble. He licked his lower lip before scraping it against his teeth. "Well, I'm hungry. I'll make extra in case you change your mind. And I do hope you change your mind, omega. I love when my females are taken care of."
