Page 18 of Knot So Perfect Omega

Wait.

“I thought you had curly hair.” We’d met a lot of omegas that day, but I could have sworn Kara had curls and her sister didn’t.

“That’s Kara.” Her voice cracked, and she blindly reached for the blankets, but I was quicker and pulled them away so she couldn’t hide under them again. “I tried to tell everyone it was a mistake, but they wouldn’t listen. Even your beta said you’d put me down.”

“Our beta? Brian is not our beta.” I was starting to get annoyed that people always referred to him as ours just because he was always around and made decisions when it came to Alphaball. He was our manager and coach, not a part of our pack.

“I opted out of matching, but the results came back and I matched to your pack.” She had her face buried in a pillow she was hugging, so it was hard to figure out what she was saying and make sense of it. “And I just thought... might as well give it a shot if they want me, but you wanted Kara.”

I wasn’t equipped this early in the morning to deal with something of this magnitude, and my coffee was on the other side of the room. “So, you’re...”

“Kayla.”

It honestly didn’t matter to me what her name was. She smelled like fucking heaven, and it wasn’t like we knew Kara. The only reason we’d let Brian submit our interest in Kara was because he said so.

“You told Brian you were Kayla? What did he say?”

“I messaged him and said there must have been a glitch because neither of us put your pack, and he said there wasn’t one. I just assumed you guys decided to pick me and then paid someone off at Omega Match to make it happen.” Her accusation shocked me a bit, and I was left speechless for a minute.

My silence must have pissed her off because she sat up suddenly, her face puffy from crying. I reached out to touch her cheek, and she flinched away from me. That hurt more than I expected it to.

“Let me fix you something to eat and then we can figure out everything.” I scooted out of the nest and, surprisingly, she followed.

I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but there was one person who could tell us.

CHAPTEREIGHT

Kayla

Agirl had to eat, and as much as I wanted to stay in my makeshift nest I’d thrown together, I knew I needed to clear things up. It was stupid to even think for a second they’d put me down on their match list.

When Beckett had said my sister’s name, something in me had broken a little, and my instinct was to run and hide from it all. I hadn’t given a lot of thought to the fact that maybe they had put Kara, and there’d been a mix-up. Although, now I knew, it still didn’t change that the whole thing had happened in the first place.

Someone had fucked up, and for once, it wasn’t me.

As I followed Kane, I couldn’t stop myself from checking him out during the trek to the kitchen. He had a muscular back I could catch outlines of through his shirt and an ass that was rock solid under his jeans. Added to his entire appeal was that he was barefoot and sipping coffee.

I looked down at my pajama shorts and tank top. “I should go get changed.”

“Your stuff is in Beck’s room, isn’t it?” Kane looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes immediately falling to my breasts before he looked forward again. “I’ll give you my shirt.”

I wasn’t nipping out that hard, was I?

Kane set his coffee on the island once we were in the kitchen and reached behind his neck to pull off his shirt. He was trying to kill me, wasn’t he?

A knowing smirk graced his plump lips as he handed me his T-shirt, his chest and abs on display. I was blatantly checking him out because there was no use in hiding it after he’d not so subtly looked at my nipples showing through my tank top.

“Shut up.” I snatched the shirt from him and pulled it over my head, his campfire scent making my toes curl into the cold stone floor.

“I didn’t say anything.” He laughed and went to the refrigerator. “You look good in my shirt, Kayla.”

Was he flirting with me even after finding out I wasn’t who he expected? I guess I had expected more anger and not him giving me his shirt so everyone wouldn’t be greeted by my nipples.

I sat at the island as he pulled eggs and cream out. “Do you like French toast?”

“I love French toast.” I should have been the one cooking for him, but I needed to remember my goal was to be myself so they’d ship me back. But they’d be doing that anyway, and I probably wouldn’t get any money because it was an error.

“Your thoughts are loud.” He got a griddle out and a dish to mix the eggs.

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