Page 30 of Knot Only For One Night

“I know… I heard you and Neven. This room isn’t as soundproof as I thought.” Her face is beet red now probably thinking about all the noises Neven and I got from her last night. “How do I know… when it’s my actual heat?”

“The… the pain will be worse. But the pleasure will be so much better. Also normally lasts at least three days.”

“Not six hours.”

“No,” I chuckle as she sits down on her bed and pats the spot next to her. “Not six hours.”

“Well, um, I asked Neven on his way out. But uh, would you join me again? For my actual heat?”

“Absolutely, princess. I would love to.” My chest swells at her asking me, my answer flying out of my mouth before I can really process it. Not that my answer would be any different.

She takes a deep breath, fingers fiddling with a fold in the bedsheet, and I can tell she has something else to ask. I take her hand, running my thumb over the back of it. She lets me, her long nails scraping the back of my hand and I’m suddenly imagining them down my back.

Fuck.

“Would you be mad if…. if I kept dating?”

“Dating?” I can’t say I feel anger at the question. My initial thought is to think that I wasn’t enough, that Neven and I weren't enough. The immediate response to prove myself but… another part of me knows what she means.

Thoughts of Asher fill my mind. Fuck. I should have told her before we… before her actual heat for sure.

“Like if I had more partners… I don’t know. I feel, in my gut⁠—”

“That we weren’t enough?” I say jokingly and she slaps my shoulder.

“That's not true!” Her eyes widen with worry, but I shake my head, bringing the back of her hand to my lips and kissing her.

“I know. Could you have handled more, though? You were pretty nervous at the thought of us being together.”

“I was… I was so nervous. But my omega…”

“Wants to complete the puzzle,” I supply and she nods her head. “I don’t mind. just… take me or Neven on the date with you.”

“That I can do.” She wraps her arms around me, scent marking me with her chin on my naked chest.

“Also let me take you on a proper date first,” I add, and she bursts out laughing.

“I would love that. When?”

“Now?” I’ll take any and every excuse I can get to spend more time with her. I lean back onto her sheetless dorm bed. She just cuddles into my side, and a peace washes over me as we lay in the slightly dark room together.

CHAPTER 11

SOREN

This cig isn’t calming me like I need it to. A smoke break on what is supposed to be neutral territory is supposed to be peaceful. Calming even. Lately we’ve had to stomp on the meaning of peaceful territory and keep our guards up.

Other clubs have discovered our protected spot in little ol’ Maine and decided to test how serious we are about our territory. They are finding out we very much are serious.

“What’s this MC’s name anyways?” Red says, blowing smoke.

Red is my only friend among the Wolves. We’re the outcasts at the club, him being an omega and me being the brother of traitors. Still, Midnight Wolves is our home. We’re loyal despite being undermined.

We got closer after we both presented, him as an omega, me as a beta. Finding solace in being the unexpected. We both were supposed to be alphas. As if our designations dictate who we are, or what we can be.

White Pine Crest has a small laundromat right outside the local college’s dorms. Tons of college kids come to do their laundry, hang out. The college and its associated spaces are considered neutral territories. No gain in harming students, right?

The side of the laundromat was the smoker’s spot. Also the spot for my damn brothers to request my presence whenever they want to meet.