Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(47)

“What do I do until they get back?” I sat up and a wave of dizziness forced me to lie back down.

“A cold shower or bath will help, although the bath will get warm quickly. Also, keeping an artificial knot inflated inside you should help a little. You didn’t have any symptoms it was coming on?” She didn’t sound as worried as I felt, and it was helping to relax me a little.

“I did... but I didn’t think it was going to escalate into this.” I grabbed my dildo with an inflatable knot. “I’m going to go. Thank you, Mom.”

“Call them, Kayla. I mean it. Check in with me later, okay? I love you.”

“Love you too.” I hung up with her and stared at my phone. “Fuck.”

I called Beck’s number, and it rang and rang before going to voicemail. “Hey. I uh...” I cleared my throat, trying to hold back the whine. “Can you come home? It’s um... fuck. It’s hitting me hard, and I just need... please.”

Jesus, I couldn’t even formulate words anymore.

I hung up and pulled up the voice memo feature for the group text. This time, knowing all of them would hear it, I couldn’t bite back the whine in my voice. “I thought I was going to be fine... please come home.” I started crying and wanted to throw my phone. “It hurts.”

They were going to lose their shit hearing the message, and I wouldn’t blame them if they didn’t come. I’d sent them away when they’d been willing to sacrifice the rest of their season for me.

I didn’t deserve them.

My phone landed on the floor as another cramp wracked my body, and I clutched my lower abdomen. I grabbed the knotted dildo again and shoved it inside me, the relief minor. It didn’t even feel good, but I pressed the button to inflate the artificial knot.

The shower seemed so far away, but I was burning up and should listen to my mom. I rolled off the mattress and crawled to the bathroom. The knot was easing the cramping, but like everything else I’d tried, it wasn’t going to last long.

I didn’t have the energy to keep filling up the bathtub when it got warm from my body heat, so I climbed in and turned on the shower. The cool water was an instant relief, and I shuddered as it pelted my skin.

I curled up on the floor, my relieved whimper echoing in the tub. I was going to be fine. I’d just stay under the water and wait for the pain to pass.





CHAPTER NINETEEN





Beck





By some small fucking miracle, we’d pulled off a win and were moving on to the championships. We hadn’t been at our best, our minds on Kayla most of the time, but we were so good this season that didn’t matter.

I’d checked my phone several times, but I hadn’t heard a peep from her, even though I’d told her to text us every hour. Rio said that was a bit overreaching, and maybe it was, but I couldn’t stop the worry from eating me.

She should have at least texted once to check in by now. It was nearly eight in the evening. I understood she wanted independence, but she needed to understand that our alpha instincts needed somewhat frequent assurance she was okay.

I was just about to text her and say as much when Brian came up beside me and nudged me with his fucking elbow. The urge to punch him in the goddamn face was so strong I nearly broke my phone from squeezing it so tight.

We hadn’t seen him since the practice when I’d fired him. But I couldn’t legally fire him until the end of the season when his contract was up. Sports teams fired coaches and managers midseason all the time, but there wasn’t any reason I could share with our lawyer as to why.

It was the last time I ever trusted anyone with some important aspect of my life. So far, we’d been lucky that the people we worked with took the utmost care in doing their jobs.

Brian’s mistake had at least worked out in the end.

“Will you stop checking your damn phone? We have an interview in five minutes in the media room. I need you to be focused.” Brian was walking next to me as we went through the tunnel toward our private locker room.

“We? You don’t have an interview.” I went back to looking at my phone because… fuck him.

Brian let out a huff like he was trying to blow something down. “There’s no reception out here anyway.”

As soon as the words left his mouth and we stepped into the locker room where Rio, Kane, and Rylan already were, my phone pinged with notifications. I didn’t need to listen to know they weren’t good.

The growls, anxiety, and anger coming from my three packmates all at once told me all I needed to know.

“Out.” I turned to Brian and put my hand in the center of his chest, pushing him back toward the door.

“What? We need to quickly debrief before you go to your interview.” Brian ducked out from under my arm.

“Cancel it. Now, get out.” I rarely used my alpha bark during business, but Brian was long overdue to be barked at.

Brian paled, and he backed toward the door. “Beckett, what the fu-”

“Get out or I will punch you in the goddamn face!” My bark growl combo did the trick, and he ran out with his tail between his legs.

The loud bang of a fist hitting metal rang out in the locker room, and I spun around, finding Kane punching the shit out of the siding on his locker. “This is all my fucking fault!”