Page 1 of Knot your Good Girl

Prologue - Aiden

Revengeisalmighty…

The missing piece in the jigsaw puzzle.

The piece you need to find before you can smash the puzzle to smithereens and start again.

For years, I searched for the missing piece, and I know I should’ve let it go.

But I need this.

Because that’s revenge for you… it grows inside you, seizing any decency you have left.

This omega thought she could get away from me with no repercussions. How can I let her do that when she made me crave her? A craving so deep it’s equal to the revenge I need, running so deep both fester like a scab that won’t heal.

I know I should be above petty revenge. I’m a self-made billionaire and have omegas—any designation—wanting a piece of me.

I only want her.

And she will be my omega—if only for a short time. And there’s a good chance I might lose my heart in the process. I’ve already lost my morals, but I need this—no matter what the cost.

Nothing matters when your heart is already hard.

She’ll never forget me—not this time.

I know I’ll desire her—I already do.

But I won’t ever love her.

Or allow her to make a fool of me again.

I don’t have a choice.

She’s the reason I can’t touch another omega. My obsession with her is too great for that. It’s like I’m scratching at an itch so deep it will never go away.

I thought I was in control… Until her.

But now I’ve found her. My bad girl gone good.

My little omega.

The girl who I am going to own. Not only her body, but I’ll take her heart—and then her bond.

Only then will I walk away...

Chapter 1

Holly

NewYork…

The city where dreams are made, with its towering skyscrapers and bustling streets. At least that’s what I thought before I came here. Now I’m not so sure. Now it’s not a dream, it’s just the place I’m staying over the holidays.

“You’re going on vacation... at Christmas!” I repeat, my voice filled with a touch of panic. Only a few people look my way. Someone raising their voice is hardly out of the ordinary—not in New York. “How could you? What about me? What about my…”

“Darling, we’ll come to New York afterwards and visit. Or join us.” Mom butts in and stops my whining.

This day must get better.

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