The Alpha I Invented

Everyone in Knotty City believes an Alpha has claimed me. The brand, the scent, and the rumors are mine. I was born an Omega, and to the families who hold this city, that still means a pet kept for breeding, with no place in the higher ranks.

I was soft once, eager to love, until I fell from my nest and had to endure their debauchery just to survive.

I escaped gutted and barely able to stand, alone where only the worst last under those powers.

The pack that doted on me never claimed me in time.

In the freedom I did not want, I found they had already chosen another Omega, so I slipped back into the silence of my chambers.

My Beta, my best friend, stays beside me while I keep the lie alive with perfume strong enough to cover what I am.

I have sat with what was done to me and built another path in secret.

They made me for taking a knot. I learned how to put one around a throat, and I have been doing it where they refuse to look.