Knot Their Darling (Knotting-verse #1)

My hair is wet when I hear a knock on my door. I showered after I finished eating; I just couldn’t get the scent of my slick off me. The empty plate sits on the floor near the door, and I hesitate for only a few moments before I go to unlock it. Pulling it open a few inches, I spot Nic in the hall, and I step back and let the door swing open more, wordlessly inviting him to come inside.

His black eyes study me, perhaps trying to see if I’m upset or hurt by what happened earlier. I’m not. Not really. Not at them. You can’t expect too much from an alpha; I learned that a long time ago.

Alphas aren’t here to protect us weak omegas. They’re only here to take.

“Hey,” he says softly, running a hand through his brown hair as he steps inside. “I wanted to see how you were doing after… that.” He can’t even make himself say it—thank God for that, since I don’t want any more reminders of how easily wet I got earlier.