Page 5 of Knot So Perfect Omega

“I’ll take care of it all.” We’d been so focused talking about the omega, none of us noticed Brian had moved to stand by our seats. “I sent the paperwork to you all to sign. Need I remind you that if this doesn’t work out, the restitution to the omega is one hundred thousand.”

My fists clenched, and I resisted the urge to throw my laptop at his head. “If this doesn’t work out, you’re paying half.”

“I’ll gladly do that, but I know this is going to make your pack the strongest it’s ever been. You met the girl. She’s perfect. This is going to give the pack more networking opportunities as well. She can charm the investors and their omegas.” He grinned as if he was the best beta on the planet.

“You’re forgetting that we have to match with the girl first.” Rio picked up his phone again, probably to order that damn kit. If that was how he wanted to spend his money, then fine.

“Don’t you worry about that. It will happen.” Brian turned and headed back to his seat before I could ask him what he meant by that.

“He’s right, you know.” Kane opened his eyes, meeting mine. “At the very least, it should help mellow your ass out. You’re getting more and more aggressive and irritable. The last thing we need is for you to lose your shit and for us to be put on watch by the World Pack Health Organization.”

“It takes a lot for the WPHO to get involved with a pack.” I leaned back in my seat, crossing my arms. “And I am not irritable.”

The fuckers laughed, amusement thrown at me through our pack bond. I growled, glaring at each of them before turning back to my laptop.

What was making me irritable wasn’t not having an omega, it was the idea of having one come in and fuck up everything I’d built from nothing.

CHAPTERTHREE

Kayla

Omega Match Results.

We’d been clicking refresh on Kara’s phone for the last fifteen minutes in the hopes the results of Omega Match went up early. I hadn’t bothered opening my email, instead I enjoyed my sister’s excitement of four years of hard work paying off.

Not all omegas had the privilege we did to attend the best academy in the nation. Hell, some omegas never even went to an omega academy and went straight into searching for their packs after the mandated two years in an omega boarding high school.

Things would have been easier for me had I gone that route. Instead, I’d spent four years awaiting the day I could select the checkbox that stated I wasn’t interested in any packs at this time.

My parents were going to be disappointed, and so was the academy, but it was my life, my choice. And currently, my choice was to focus on myself and start my own quilting company specifically geared toward omegas and their nests.

I’d first fallen in love with quilt making after taking an introductory course a few years ago and had taken every course on it since. In my free time, I watched countless videos on how to make certain patterns. I’d gotten so good that most of the omegas at the academy had some creation of mine.

There was something about an omega getting a handmade quilt that just filled them with the warm fuzzies and brought them comfort. My goal was to open a shop where omegas or their alphas could come in and select the materials they wanted and mark them with their scents if they wished. I’d probably have to forever be on scent blockers and wear some kind of special protective gear so my own scent wouldn’t get on them, but I could figure that all out later.

“I think I’m going to puke.” Kara put her phone down without opening the email and took a long, shaky breath. “You open it for me.”

Snatching her phone, I clicked on the email, my breath catching in my throat as I read the words no omega wants to read:No match.

That was impossible.

I clicked out of the email and opened it back up before hitting refresh a few times, but nothing changed. Kara didn’t get a match.

I’d been with her when she filled out her list, and she had listed twenty, which was the most an omega and a pack were allowed to put. The system then used the information to pair omegas with packs. Luckily, I’d convinced her not to put Beckett and his pack after relaying the conversation I overheard.

But maybe I should have let her. Even that fate was better than her not matching. It wasn’t the end of the world to not match, but for Kara, I had a feeling it would be.

“Which pack did I get?” The hope in her voice made my chest ache, and I set the phone on the desk in front of her.

I was so glad I’d talked her into staying in her room to read the email because, had we been around the other omegas, it would have been ten times worse. Especially because I could hear the squealing out in the hall as others began sharing their match successes.

Kara looked down at the phone and took it with a shaking hand. “What... I don’t understand...” She whined, letting the phone drop from her hands and fall to the floor.

I bit back my own whine, hating to hear my sister’s pain. I wrapped my arms around her, trying to give her comfort as she broke down in tears. I’d expected her to get her top pick, but no match at all?

A lot of packs should have put her at the top of their lists, but if they hadn’t, then it was possible a match wouldn’t have happened. It was modeled after how doctors matched into residency programs, and even the best of the best sometimes weren’t the best fit at that moment in time.

“There’s always the match in the fall. This is just fate’s way of telling you your pack wasn’t in this batch.” I didn’t know if that was helpful or not, but she had to know it would all work out eventually.

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