Page 21 of Knot your Good Girl

I definitely shouldn’t be following her.

What I should do is walk away and take up my mother’s offer of spending the holidays with my family. Not watching her.

Not watching the way her white sweater emphasizes the curve of her breasts, drawing attention to her silhouette.

Each time I look at her, my stomach clenches with an intensity I’ve never felt before. All I need is just one taste of her. I’ll give her a taste of me, and then I know I can walk away and get her out of my system forever.

The trouble I have is, I overheard her saying that she’s by herself on Christmas Day. She can’t be by herself. So, I’m going to be her knight in shining armor and give her the best days together before we say our goodbyes.

I know I just need one day, maybe a few more. Enough days with her before I can walk away.

I know what I’m doing isn’t normal for someone like me. I’ve never stalked another person, omega or not, but she does something to me I can’t comprehend. It’s her scent… The one she thinks nobody can smell as she coats her skin in fake perfume.

I know, though.

Because of it, I’ve wanted to take her since the very first day her smell coated my nostrils. And the day in the elevator. That was hard, I wanted to rut her in the corner for getting me hard. And I hated that I couldn’t turn around and look at her.

How the fuck could I when I was sporting a raging hard on?

Even now I do.

Despite the freezing weather, she casually carries her coat over her arm, which strikes me as peculiar. She’s rocking a pair of ripped jeans, paired with boots in a similar shade which showcase her slim legs.

Nothing like the kind of omega I go for, but I still have to adjust myself to disguise my erect cock as I pull the cap over my just cut hair and push the sunglasses over my eyes. Then I follow her from the café that is two blocks from her home.

I wanted to buy her the hot chocolate that she’s sipping, but I decided I wanted to watch and listen to her first. And I’m glad I did. Her dulcet voice is the most gentle sound that I’ve ever heard, as sweet as the omega she embodies.

Blood thrashes in my ears when she halts in front of a man perched atop the small wall encircling a pool of water. Inside, there’s a fountain that is expelling frigid water into the air.

A growl rolls up my throat and off my tongue when he smiles at her.

Does she have a boyfriend?

I recall the conversation she had with her mother in the elevator where she mentioned a man named Toby and if I heard her correctly, he’s an ex.

He pats the wall he sits on, but she shakes her head. As I get closer I hear, “What do you want?”

“You know it’s time for you to forgive me,” he says. “I don’t want to go hard on you, but you’re mine.”

She chuckles, pressing the hand not holding her hot chocolate against her hip. “What I remember is you making my ex-friend yours.”

“You refused to let me knot you. You frustrated me. You’re a fucking omega for god’s sake and…”

“I am, but you never took into consideration that it would have been my first time. It’s scary for an omega. I would have felt vulnerable being knotted and under your control. You might have marked me.”

“I’m going to claim you.”

Not if I can stop it.

“I thought that too… once. Not any more. You cheated, Toby. We are over.”

“We arenotover. I’ve given you some time to get over my minor indiscretion, but now it’s time for us to move forward.”

“Minor indis…”

Her body shivers when my hand strokes over her lower back as I stand next to her and say, “Is he bothering you?”

Toby’s upper lip curls back in a snarl. “No, I’m not fucking bothering her, old guy. Now get lost and leave us alone.”

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