Page 20 of Knot Forever

The hell is this magic he’s got?

Leaning over, he pushes the coffee towards me with a single finger. “Drink your coffee, Nova Chevnik.”

Still a little stunned, I turn my attention to Seth as he slides something across the table. “Eat this. Just so you go to bed with something in your stomach.”

My lip trembles as I take in the toast, slathered in hot water.

They’re…feedingme. Maybe it’s just toast, but still.

I pick up the toast and nibble at the corner, trying desperately to push back the ball of emotion blocking my throat and preventing me from swallowing.

Nobody ever fed me before. Nobody ever cared enough.

Not my mother, although I assume she must have at some point for me to live past childhood. But not that I can ever remember. And the Williams pack would have eaten everything in the damn house before remembering that I even existed. Hell, they would have made toast for themselves and laughed as they ate it whilst I went hungry.

Snuggled into Marcus’s jacket, my fingers covered in crumbs and the coffee settling into my veins, I feel… cared for.

“Thank you,” I whisper. My eyes flick to Seth, and he nods. Asher doesn’t respond, but I can tell he heard me by the way his hand pauses on his cup.

“Eat your toast,” he tells me gruffly. “Seth, get her another one.”

“On it.”

Chapter eleven – Asher

Anger is a sweeping, pulsating beast inside my chest as I stare across the kitchen, my eyes very obviouslynotfocusing on the omega with sad eyes, taking small, careful bites of her toast, holding onto it like someone’s about to snatch it from her hand, and unconsciously trying to make herself as small as possible. Less of atarget.

Seth’s eyes are watching Nova, but I can see the same fury burning behind his eyes. If my emotions burn colder the stronger they get, then Seth burns red hot. If Adam Williams or his tepid fucking excuse for a second were in front of us right now, I have no doubt that he would eviscerate them.

We will, I promise him silently when his eyes slide to mine, the green bright and eager for vengeance.

But we’ll do this my way.

Slowly, methodically. Stripping away every privilege, every false security, every little piece of confidence in their shitty little kingdom that they believe they’ve built for themselves until the Williams pack is left scrabbling for the bare minimum, in the dirt where they belong.

Their house of cards is about to come crashing down, and if I was keeping an eye on them before, they have my full fucking attention now.

And once they believe they’ve hit rock bottom, when they’ve lost all hope and future and everything they hold dear – then I’ll let Seth loose on them.

Because no female should cry when someone offers them something as basic as a piece of fuckingtoast.

It bothers me that I don’t know the full background to her story, her history with those fuckers, but it won’t be long before I do.

There are many different kinds of hunt. And Nova Chevnik is in my sights now, more of a priority than the Williams pack, but a different kind of prey.

The kind you watch, learning everything about them. Mapping their soul from the inside out.

I already know from just a few hours in her company that I’m going to hunt Nova Chevnik down. I’m going to hunt her until she surrenders herself to me, until I know her deepest, darkest desires so I can give them to her. And in return, all I’ll ask for isher.

My thoughts remain firmly fixated on our new omega as Seth leads her from the kitchen, her deep blue eyes flickering to mine as she gives me a small smile before she disappears.

Her rich, almond scent follows me as I make myself another coffee and take it upstairs, leaving it on my bedside table as I strip and stand under the furiously hot spray of the shower.

My knot is swollen, my cock jutting out as I brace my hand against the shower stall.

I am not a good man.

I have done many, many bad things, and undoubtedly I’ll do much more in the future.

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