Knot my Only Fan: A hockey, why choose, omegaverse romance

1. Grace

“I am not an omega!”

As she moves around the kitchen, Mom’s shoulders drop and her hand shakes, causing the tea in her mug to swish and droplets to stain her perfect white tiled floor.

She gazes out of the window, her face filled with uncertainty about what to say to me. And I hate the only thing she can utter is, “I’m sorry Grace, but you are.”

“No!”

With a tut of annoyance, she pivots and locks her eyes on me, her stare intense, her lips pursed in concentration before her teeth press into the edge of her lip as she thinks about what to say to me next. “You’re obviously presenting late in life.”

“I’m twenty-two, nearly twenty-three. I’m hardly old.” My body shudders as a deep shiver rattles all the way from my head to my toes. “I need a blanket.”

She sighs as she places her mug on the table and leaves the room, saying, “I can’t believe you’re an omega.”

When she returns, she wraps a thick woolen blanket around my body. As I clutch the edges, I carefully tuck them in, creating a cozy cocoon of fabric that shields me from the cold.

Mom stares at my fingers stroking the blanket. “I thought you were a true beta. You showed no signs. I never worried about you.”

“Worried about me!” My voice raises another octave, but it’s nothing compared to how loud my heart drums against my rib cage, the pulse echoing in my ears. “What are you talking about? You never worried about me.”

“Becoming an omega,” she says. Tears well up in her eyes as she fixates on the wall behind me, lost in deep contemplation. Regaining her composure, she steadies her hand, lifts the mug to her mouth and takes a sip.

“I’m not an omega. I’m just cold... hot... I don’t know. Maybe I’m sick.”

Mom lets out a sigh and gives a subtle nod towards the area just below the blanket, where a crimson hue traces across my chest. The temperature rises, and I can feel the heat seeping into the back of my neck.

“You’re not a beta.” Her voice is much sterner now.

“I … I can’t be an omega.”

“Your sisters are alphas and I always wondered about you. Unlike anyone else in our family, you didn’t conform to the usual alpha or omega traits. I truly thought you were a beta. Though, I can’t deny, I found it very unusual.” She hesitates a moment. “I thought betas must be in your father’s family.” There’s hatred in her tone just from bringing him up.

The memory of my father leaving haunted my mother, especially considering my twin sisters, Bardot and Harlow, were only two years old at the time, and I was just four.

My sisters presented as alphas at fifteen years old, which is much earlier than most children’s designations show. My mother waited and waited for me to do the same, hoping and praying I’d be an alpha too.

It never happened.

And I thought I was the lucky one in the family. Betas live a relatively normal life. Unfortunately, it also means I’m an average student and my dreams of becoming a medical doctor, like my mother, never took off.

It doesn’t matter anymore. Destiny had a different plan for me, and now I consider myself fortunate that I didn’t pursue that path because all I can envision now is owning my own café, baking delicious cakes, and serving the finest coffee to my customers.

My boss is selling the business soon. One hundred thousand dollars is what he told me I could buy it for. Apparently, that’s with a discount, not that I see it. I’ve seen cafés being sold for less than fifty thousand.

Right now, I can’t afford anything. But if I keep up what I’m doing, I soon will. Maybe ‘soon’ is a stretch of the truth. But I earn enough from my second job that I will eventually bring my dreams to reality.

I sigh, because I know it’s still a few years away.

Then sigh again because this ‘omega’ news changes everything. I’m no longer the lucky one of the three sisters. If I’m an omega, my life will change forever—and it really can’t get any worse.

Fuck my body!

“If I’m an omega, I’m not changing my life.”

I refuse to be that omega. All obedient and purring over my alpha. Ugh! I can’t think of anything worse.

With her lip between her teeth, Mom places her mug on the table once more and gives a nod. “Okay. I understand that better than most. I can get you suppressants for now, then we’ll get you a perfume that matches your scent…”

“Matches my scent?”

“The same as I have. Every omega, and alpha for that matter, has a scent. Normally it’s a mixture of multiple smells.” She lifts my wrist and inhales intensely over my pounding pulse. “Definitely marshmallow, chocolate, and some other scents I can’t put my finger on.”

“And you’ll have a scent made up for me?” I think about that for a moment and say, “Why?”

Mom nods. “It will be beneficial to get your perfume made up before you go into heat and before the implant is inserted. Then if anyone thinks they scent you as an omega, you can tell them it’s the perfume you wear and let them smell it.”

“Who makes the perfume?”

“There’s a scent specialist on Long Island I use. She uses your DNA to pull out your full perfume profile.”

I feel ill.

Scents. Perfumes. Implant…

The thought of a foreign body inside me. “The implant... How big is it?”

“It’s small. Just a little larger than a grain of rice. But before you get it, you’ll need to go through a heat.”

“I think I’m already going through my heat.”

I caress the back of my neck with my hand, noticing the slight stickiness and warmth on my skin, although it’s lessened compared to earlier. Maybe she’s mistaken about me being an omega. “It’s going away. Maybe I’m just off color.”

Mom clears her throat as she turns her back to me and sighs. “Everything that is happening to you is normal. This is your omega awakening. But you’ll go through a proper heat soon. This is nothing like you’ll go through when that hits you.”

“What’s happening to me?” I whimper, holding my palm flat against my chest, feeling my heart pound under my hand.

“Your hormones are changing. And you’ll be a full omega once you go through your heat. You’ll be—“ She swallows.

“Tell me!”

She stares at me, finally swallowing the lump in her throat before she says, “Your libido will change. You’ll be desperate for an alpha. You’ll need him.” She blows out a breath as she stares at me. “I’ll contact a few Heat Hotels and book a room.”

My hair is clinging to my head, and my make-up is smearing off my sweaty and heated face. I avoid looking at myself—I already know I look a mess. I chuckle as I circle my finger around my face. “An alpha will run a mile if he sees me looking like this.”

Mom arches an eyebrow. “You really know nothing about omegas and alphas, huh?”

“I know alphas seek omegas to mate. I know that one day Colton will break Harlow’s heart when he dumps her because she’s an alpha.”

“He’s a lovely boy, and between his hockey career and Harlow, he’s too busy to want an omega.”

“Get real, Mom.”

“Back at ya.”

Frustrated, I shake my head.

“Listen Grace, an alpha will want an omega in heat regardless of what she looks like. He isn’t there because you’re pretty or have long legs. He’s there because of the heat. Because he wants to rut...”

She swallows, and I know it’s because she was going to say, “You.”

“He just wants sex,” I state.

“And the omega is the same.” Her throat ripples. I suspect talking to her daughter about sex with alphas isn’t high on her to do list. “The only alpha an omega truly wants is her scent matched alpha, but she will happily have sex with any alpha until she finds the one. But the same goes for alphas. Scent matching is like finding your soulmate, the same as you read about in your paranormal books.”

“So I need to find my soulmate.” I state.

“Good luck with that.” She chuckles. “I’ve been searching for mine my whole life. It’s easier said than done.”

“Is that why dad left us? Because you weren’t his soulmate?” Every time I think about the man who abandoned his wife and children with no concern, a heavy ache is in my heart. Not for me … for her.

“No. He was just a selfish, cheating bastard.”

I giggle. Not that I could’ve laughed about it ten years ago. When I went through a stage of blaming my mother for him leaving.

“But were you his soulmate?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “No. I never yearned for him. I never loved his scent. He was never mine.” Her lips rise at the edges with a feeble smile before she lifts her wrist to check the time. “You need a shower. You only have thirty minutes left to get to work. We’ll talk more about this tomorrow once I’ve booked you into a Heat Hotel.”

“I’m just sick.”

“You’re not sick, Grace, you’re an omega.”

“She’s booking me a room in a Heat Hotel,” I say to my best friend, Sienna. We both work as servers in Top Shelf Coffee Bar, making delicious coffee and cakes, from morning until late at night.

I want to buy this café and get a license to have the option to add liqueur to the coffee, which will give it a unique selling point and differ from the other cafés around.

But for that I need money.

Sienna waggles her eyebrows. “I’ve heard all about Heat Hotels. Ella talks about them.”

Sienna nods. “Yeah, she told me all about the alphas with their massive sweaty bodies, big cocks, and bigger knots. Probably why she is so obsessed with making sex toys.”

“I’m not being knotted with an alpha’s cock.” I push my thighs together, feeling a wetness building already. “It won’t fit.”

“Have you seen one in real life? You know, on the BetaFans app.”

Only Sienna and Ella know how far I go in my side job to make the money to buy this café. And then I’m quite selective about what I tell them.

As I think about one of my clients, I vividly recall the explicit image of his hand stroking his cock, while his other hand gripped his engorged knot. “No,” I respond. “Only on the web.” It’s not an outright lie. I’ve never been up close and personal to his cock or his knot.

And we keep our privacy. I wear a mask and a wig; and he never shows his face, leaving the camera primarily on his six-pack abs and his dick.

Could it be that his knot was the catalyst for my omega’s sudden awakening from her deep sleep? Or was it just him?

With a shake of my head, I dismiss the thought as utterly impossible. I’ve never laid eyes on his face or had the opportunity to experience his fragrance.

“Ella’s created more toys for her business. Not just the beta toy you used, but authentic alpha knotty dildos.” Sienna smiles. “I’ll send her a message and get you some, so you can get used to them until your heat really kicks in. To be honest, you’ll need to get used to being knotted, otherwise a pack will tear you open.” She widens her eyes before she looks around the café, checking that nobody’s listening. “I used one of her alpha dildo’s in my pussy once. Well…” She shrugs. “Only the end of it, it was...”

Sienna stops talking as the bell above the door to the café rings and two customers walk in and take a table.

“You’re a beta,” I hiss. “They’re massive.”

“Tell me about it.” She picks up her notepad and whispers, “Never again. I can still feel it. It was... Thick and really awful. It would have been less painful to have two dicks in my pussy. Imagine the strain on your pussy if you took the knot as well.”

I hold back a chuckle as say, “I’ll get any alpha to sign a contract that states, ‘no knotting.’”