Page 5 of Knot My Fate

“No mercy for you, Acorn.”

I smile fondly at the memory, stroking my thumb over the phone, as if I can stroke over the freckles on Evan’s sweet face.

Instead, I satisfy myself with typing in the group chat again:

Paige: So…how was Tattoo Nerd Fest?

I can be a brat too, at least when my Alpha is safely on a plane.

It means that I’ll be able to enjoy the dominant way Beau will swagger through the door in his leather jacket.

I need that when I am in heat.

I grit my teeth. I am burning up.

Cramps hit me. I curl over. My panties are soaked through.

Fate Made Us Do it

Beau: So, that’s how my Omega wants to play?

Paige: Who says I’m playing?

I edge my fingers toward my pussy, before forcing myself not to touch myself. It would only speed my heat along, and I need to hold back, until my pack lands.

My Alpha’s knot is in the sky, when right now, I need it buried deep in me.

I whine.

Fate Made Us Do it

Beau: I must have been away too long.

Paige: You have.

Evan: She has a point.

Beau: Evan.

I wince.

Beau only needs to use Evan’s birth name, rather than his nickname, and it’s enough to snap him back into behaving.

Well, usually.

Fate Made Us Do it

Evan: Okay, okay. LOOK WHAT OUR ALPHA DID.

I stare at the attached photograph of a tattooed forearm in awe.

The ink is a stunning swirl like a tornado of butterflies up the man’s arm.

It is a breathtaking piece of art.

Then Evan posts another picture. This time it is of a trophy, which is shaped like a skull.

I excitedly rock on my heels.