Page 122 of Knot Only For One Night

My future flashed before my eyes. Something so domestic, so insanely impossible when I saw those bite marks.

I realized in that moment, that truly nothing mattered more than them right there.

My dream, my duty, of leading an MC officially disappeared. Nothing would ever matter more than the four people in that room would.

It shook me to my core. Absolutely terrified and confused who I even am anymore.

Because if I cared more about this Pack and these people than I ever did about becoming Prez, everything I knew about myself collapsed. Not only that, it meant my heart was so much more exposed than ever before.

“I…I’m an omega.”

“Yes, I am aware, Reed.”

“At the end of the day, I am an omega.” An omega who wants what any other omega dreams of—a happily ever after. A Pack.

Something I never thought I’d even want, let alone have.

I turn toward the bathroom in my nest. I need a shower. Then after, I’d fix everything.

I may not deserve a Pack, but I have one.

I’m gonna get my Pack back. I need to find Esper. Soren too. I was such a fucking dipshit.

The shower is fast, my newfound energy ready to put my waking hours to good use. I dry off, lotioning as fast as I can and sliding on some sweats.

Opening the door back to my nest, leaving my hair wet and shirt on the counter, I’m greeted by the fading scents of my Pack members, and my inner omega sighs with contentment. But I freeze as I spot her.

Esper. In my nest.

Packing her things.

No.

“Esper?”

“I’ll be out in a second. I just needed—” She has a few of her pillows in her arms and I move without thinking. My feet carry me to her and I'm ripping the pillows out of her arms, intending to drop them onto the bed. But they are ripped out of my arms before I can.

“Reed!”

Before she can storm out, I grab her forearm, taking back the pillows and throwing them on the bed, before shoving her to sit on the bed too. I jump, shutting the door and blocking it with my body. My instincts are close to the surface. A fresh wave of hurt washes down my body, and I stare at her as my brain catches up to what’s happening.

My omega is leaving me.

“Move.” She’s gathered the pillows, a blanket, and a hoodie. Her hair is messy, someone's hoodie and sweats hanging off her and dragging on the floor. Her nails are chipped. Gripping the things in her hands like they are her lifeline.

But they are mine.

My lifelines. They belong in here, in my nest.

I remain frozen, unable to say anything as her glare hits me square in the chest.

She laughs, a dry scary laugh, before dropping everything on the floor and holding her hands out.

“Esper.” It’s the only word I can muster. My eyes keep trailing to the bond mark on her shoulder.

“You know what, Reed. I've had it.”

Her words punch me in the gut, yet I still can't move. I need her to say this. I pushed her away to make her say this. To let me go. Now that it’s here… fuck. “You made your choice and yet still refuse to let me make mine.”