Knot Their Darling (Knotting-verse #1)

I claw at my throat, scratch at my clothes. Everything feels too heavy, everything so goddamned constricting. I need this fucking chain off my ankle so I can take off my pants. I need to be naked.

And I need an alpha’s knot. Or two. Or, hell, even three. All the knots. All the knots in the world wouldn’t be enough to satisfy me right now. My skin is drenched in sweat to the point where my clothes cling to me, making the sensation even worse, my flesh a bright pink hue, signaling the rise of my body temperature. Even the basement’s cool air isn’t enough to keep me grounded.

This is no place for an omega to go into heat. It’s cold, dank, dark, and the air is stale and unfamiliar—and all those things combined only make it worse. If I was home, surrounded by my three alphas’ scents, I would at least be comforted by it.

But no, I have to be here, in a stupid basement, stupidly chained to the ground, stupidly unable to go anywhere.