Knot Their Darling (Knotting-verse #1)

I stand, wearing a pretty red dress and heels, in the center of a large, open ballroom. Sparkling chandeliers hang from the high ceilings, illuminating the place. Tables are set up all around me, full of alphas and omegas, both hoping to charm the other. I don’t have a table. I’m alone.

My eyes survey the place. No one looks at me. No one so much as glances in my direction. It’s like I don’t exist to them, I don’t matter.

That’s how it’s been my whole life. Nobody really cares about the omegas at Solus. Without families, we’re basically trash. No one cares what happens to us, not like they care about the omegas with nice last names, the ones who come from money or even normal families.

And then it’s like the entire room freezes. Everything stops. I don’t hear any conversations being had around me. The only thing I hear is hard, heavy breathing behind me. A sick, cold tingle travels up my spine.