Page 100 of Knot your Good Girl

But I never liked her username. She was the BadOmega, I thought it’d be funny to be the GoodOmega—that was so Ivy and me.

“Is this what you wanted to see?” I whisper, my voice disappearing in the wind as I fight to hold back a sob.

I’m finally fulfilling the promise I made to my twin sister before her untimely passing a few years ago. She had an unquenchable longing to venture into the world, and having amassed savings over several years, she was ready. Only to have her aspirations go unrealized. Now I’m determined to give that to her.

Tears well in my eyes as I remember how Ivy was always braver than me. I would never have mustered the courage to embark on this journey without the encouragement she provided before she passed.

“Do it for me,” she begged as we sat together in her nest in our parents’ home. Her voice trembled with vulnerability, and her eyes shimmered with unshed tears. We both knew that her time in this world was coming to an end, and it was the first time she wanted to have a nest.

She had all her favorite things around her, from teddy bears she had since birth. I tried to give her back the cashmere sweater, but she refused, saying it was mine.

She claimed she preferred hugging the soft blankets of different materials that Mom bought whenever she went shopping.

I relished being in her nest as we laid together night after night, talking, cuddling and rushing to make promises to each other.

Sometimes, I wish I never bothered. Especially when it comes to scent matching and traveling.

“I’m not you, Ivy. You’re the adventurous one, you’re the one who believes in fairytales. I’m the obedient one, always following the rules,” I confessed.

I admired my sister for her fearless personality. Even in her final moments, she exhibited less fear than I currently do.

I wipe away the tears stinging my cheeks

Despite her frailty, Ivy managed a shaky laugh.“Are you saying I’m a troublemaker?”

I pulled her to me in a loving hug. “No, just that I’m the good girl who does what she’s told.”

Ivy laughed, though the sound was crumbling. Like she was. “Ahh, so you are saying I’m a bad girl?”

“I wish I was more like you,” I whispered against her cheek and kiss her fragile skin.

“You can be. We’re omegas and some people think that makes us weak, but change it. Push your shoulders back and give them the middle finger.”

I chuckled as I wrapped my arm tightly around her shoulder, and although my face was flushed and puffy from crying, I didn’t care.

She was right.

“I’m going to be you.” I pressed my head against her chest. “I’m going to be braver.”

“You’re going to be you. Stop letting Mom and Dad rule your life. Get out there and find your alpha, travel the world. He could live in Europe or Asia, he could speak a foreign language, but it doesn’t matter. If he is yours, you’ll find him.”

“Did you find your alpha?” I asked.

I knew my sister had a secret life, not only her OmegaFans account. I knew she talked to bikers and men who she should have run from not sought.

She shook her head. “I wanted a pack to love me.” Her voice quivered as she sucked back a sob. “But I want you to find your scent match. That’s what you want, isn’t it? Just promise me you won’t settle for anything less.”

I knew she thought her life was drawing to its end. I did too, and I hated that every day she became weaker.

“Don’t leave me. Please, Ivy, you can fight this. I need you. Stay with me just a little longer.”

But I knew I was soon to lose her. Lose the other half of me. My identical twin sister.

“Holly...” I heard her swallow and looked up at her face. I nodded, waiting as tears streamed down my face. “Will you scatter my ashes overseas? Anywhere. Just take me traveling. Give me my dream?”

All I could do was nod as I sobbed.

And here I am. It just took me longer than I thought.

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