Page 5 of Knot As It Seems

Ignoring the hissing and spitting of the now quite angry tomcat, I swat him to the side and approach what is clearly an omega, but I can’t make sense of her. She smells…like Winslow. Shelookslike Winslow, maybe with a dash less evil bitch, but she clearly hates me on sight, which might indicate she knew about me, even if I can’t say the same. I hate it when someone knows more than me.

I reach out a hand to touch her, because she’s too weak to do much damage with her pathetic batting, unable to get my hand to move more than an inch from its intended course.

I smirk at that, because women like this make my alpha feel so much damn stronger and it’s like a drug to me. It’s a good thing this baby alpha has me as a mentor now, because he’s going to learn everything he’ll ever need to know.

Or he’s going to bash me over the head with a chair.

“You don’t fuckingtouchher!”

I hold up my hands in surrender as I lie there on the dirty floors, wincing at the screeching of his voice while nursing a massive lump on my head.

The chair is in splinters next to me now, sharp pieces of wood spearing the air, and it takes almost all of my focus to not grab it and stake the bastard here and now. The only reason I refrain is because of the omega still on the edge of death, cowering behind both of us, trying to crawl away.

As soon as the alpha is done screaming at me, he goes back to his omega, checking her over in case his violence against me somehow impacted her as well. She looks even more worse for wear after that outburst, shaking as well as looking like the grim reaper’s reject. This time when he starts to feed her, he doesn’t put his back to me. He keeps me in his line of sight, physically warning me not to try anything with his posture, and I can respect that.

Kind of want to tell him she isn’t a real omega, but I’ll let him figure that out on his own.

Remembering the bag of supplies I brought and left upstairs, I run to grab them because it’s clear that this fake omega needs them if I want to keep her alive. Not sure what use she’ll be to me yet, but if she’s somehow related to Winslow, and Winslow left me explicit instructions in her will to care for the ward of her house, I guess I should probably find some investment within me for the girl.

I sit against the wall after dropping the bag off by the alpha, not too close so I don’t set him off again, watching them. She’s a looker, that’s for sure; or at least she would be if she didn’t look like a corpse. I like my women with a bit more life on their bones.

She’s staring at me, and I find my pheromones pumping out of me without my consent, making the whole room smell like dark honey. Maybe it’s simply my instinctstrying to comfort her, but she’s a puzzle for sure.

My pack swore off omegas after Winslow fucked us up so badly, but we could probably provide for this pretend one a bit better than she is currently being provided for. Really wouldn’t take much, from the looks of it, and maybe it’d give us a few good karma points.

“You have a name?” I ask either one of them.

The alpha ignores me, rummaging through the bag I brought to open a protein bar and a bottle of water now that she’s got some fresh blood in her. Her eyes are still fixed on me though, tracing every inch of me over and over, though I haven’t the foggiest clue what she wants the information for.

Maybe her senses were muted from lack of nutrition, but as she starts to nibble away at her pathetic meal, one hand locked around her protector’s hand, her nostrils flare and her eyes dilate and she suddenly scrambles back, coming into herself and deciding she wants nothing at all to do with me.

Fine, whatever. I love being rejected. Not like I really want anything from her.

I get up and walk out, not ready, butneedingto face the shit storm that is my phone blowing up from the pack chat responding to this new development. General consensus is that no one really knows what to do, but that they all agree she’s sort of our responsibility so we should probably do…something.

I give them a quick update, wondering if I should include the fact that she’s somehow using Winslow’s scent. Omegas never have identical scent profiles, so there’s no way that what that omega is producing is natural. I don’tknow how she’s doing it, but we’ll figure it out sooner or later.

In the end, I decide to let the guys know, because I don’t want any of them rushing over here to see her for themselves without the heads up that she’s going to smell exactly like our quasi-late omega.

Well, exactly the same, but slightly better, somehow. Maybe their scents aren’t identical after all. I don’t fucking know. I do know though that I am not leaving this house because who knows what the hell either of those two wild vamps will do without adult supervision.

“She needs more nutrition. Fresh vegetables, fruit. You need to get back on that fancy bike you parked out there and go to the store,” baby alpha says as he comes barreling into the nice, quiet room I settled into.

I scoff and throw my legs up onto the table, lacing my hands behind my head. “Ask nicely.”

I know his pride is taking a hit, but he’s being a good alpha and trying to care for his omega the only way he knows how. “Please.”

I snort and close my eyes. “Sorry, don’t feel like it. That protein bar will tide her over for now. She’s been living off shit this long and she’s still alive; she’ll be fine.”

He throws something, but I’m too busy closing my eyes to care. My head fucking hurts from his earlier tantrum.

“What the hell kind of alpha doesn’t want to drop everything and take care of an omega in need? I’ve only been one for a few weeks, but even I know that’s what we’re supposed to do.”

Time to break the news. “The kind of alpha that doesn’tcater to betas pretending to be omegas.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Time to go for broke. I pull my wallet out, sliding out the small zipper bag I keep in there with a lock of Winslow’s hair like a total creep. She was a fucking bitch, but I was still obsessed with her for a good while. “Smell this”