Page 26 of Knot So Perfect Omega

He was obviously avoiding dealing with his mistake, but it just didn’t make sense that I was able to match when I was one hundred percent sure I’d opted out and not put any packs. It had even asked if I was sure before submitting.

I should have taken a screenshot.

Brian would have to answer eventually and then we’d have to decide what to do. Although, it seemed Rio, Rylan, and Kane had already made up their minds to keep me.

I didn’t know what the hell I wanted.

The room I was in was two floors away from the pack and while normally I’d be happy to have my privacy, being in a new place made me want the comfort of protection nearby. I would have been content sleeping on the couch upstairs or in the little nest I’d made.

The guys had offered to let me sleep in their beds—with or without them—but I figured I needed the space to get my head straight.

Because I was losing it.

All I could think about was them, and while that wouldn’t be a problem to any other omega, I was struggling with it. For years, I’d pushed back against the biological urges that come with being an omega, but put me in a room with four delicious alphas?

I hated it and I didn’t know what the hell I was going to do. The tables had turned, and now I was actually giving thought to this whole match.

I checked my phone to see it was past midnight, and I’d been attempting to sleep for over an hour. There was no point in continuing to toss and turn when my brain wouldn’t shut off. I got out of bed, hoping a snack would help.

Learning my lesson from the night before, I slid on a pair of slippers. There was a tiny cut on the bottom of my foot that stung a little when I stepped a certain way, but it wasn’t inflamed.

The hallway was dark, and I flicked on the light. It wasn’t a horrible room by any means, none of the rooms were, but I’d found comfort in being in Beck’s. It completely sucked that it had to be his.

The lights in the stairway up to the main floor were on, and I headed across the large space but stopped when I heard the faint sound of instrumental music coming from the direction of the gym. It was far too late to be working out, but maybe someone had left it on.

Changing course, I went down the hallway to the gym and opened the door. Some of the lights were on, giving it a warm glow inside. I didn’t see anyone at first, but then my eyes landed on the pile of clothes right outside the sauna across the room.

It was dark inside, but I could see condensation on the window and a person moving around inside. What the hell were they doing?

I walked in and was hit in the face with Beck’s scent. It felt like a warm hug, as much as I hated admitting that to myself.

The closer I got to the sauna, the more my cheeks heated. He was stretching naked inside, and I stopped behind some workout contraption with pully things to keep myself partially hidden as I watched him lunge forward with one foot and lift his arms. Was he doing naked hot yoga?

I shouldn’t have been watching him, but there was something about seeing him completely unaware and comfortable in his own skin. And dare I say, relaxed?

His shoulders were down, and he moved his body like it was as light as a feather. I’d never realized just how tense he always was until seeing him like that. The last thing I wanted was for him to catch me and have him tense up again.

With a final look, I went back toward the door, my mind back on my snack. There was a bag of chocolate candies with my name on it.

“Stop,”Beck suddenly barked.

Shit on a stick.

I was left with no other choice but to heed his alpha command. I could have tried to fight it, but I was tired, and it was time we had it out so we could move on.

“Yes, master alpha?” I turned around and batted my eyelashes at him because I knew it would goad him into not holding back what was eating him inside.

“What are you doing in here?” He strode toward me, his dick slapping against his thigh. I couldn’t help but look at it as he stopped a few feet in front of me.

“I couldn’t sleep, and I wanted a snack.” I looked up, bit my inner cheek, and hoped that my perfume didn’t surge from looking at his cock. I wondered if they had made it a requirement to have perfect dicks to be in their pack.

But it wasn’t really about what their dicks looked like, it was what they did with said dicks. Not that I wanted Beck’s to come anywhere near me.

Maybe. The jury was still out on if I wanted to let myself entertain the idea. He’d been a complete asshole to me.

He lifted an eyebrow. “You want a snack?” His eyes held a challenge and my body immediately felt flushed at the glint in them. “Then get on your knees.”

Was he fucking joking? The expression on his face and his eyes told me he wasn’t. Seeing him all sweaty and red from his explicit sauna yoga made me want to do whatever he asked but also punch him in the balls.

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