Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)(19)

My silence must have pissed her off because she sat up suddenly, her face puffy from crying. I reached out to touch her cheek, and she flinched away from me. That hurt more than I expected it to.

“Let me fix you something to eat and then we can figure out everything.” I scooted out of the nest and, surprisingly, she followed.

I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but there was one person who could tell us.





CHAPTER EIGHT


Kayla


A girl had to eat, and as much as I wanted to stay in my makeshift nest I’d thrown together, I knew I needed to clear things up. It was stupid to even think for a second they’d put me down on their match list.

When Beckett had said my sister’s name, something in me had broken a little, and my instinct was to run and hide from it all. I hadn’t given a lot of thought to the fact that maybe they had put Kara, and there’d been a mix-up. Although, now I knew, it still didn’t change that the whole thing had happened in the first place.

Someone had fucked up, and for once, it wasn’t me.

As I followed Kane, I couldn’t stop myself from checking him out during the trek to the kitchen.

He had a muscular back I could catch outlines of through his shirt and an ass that was rock solid under his jeans. Added to his entire appeal was that he was barefoot and sipping coffee.

I looked down at my pajama shorts and tank top. “I should go get changed.”

“Your stuff is in Beck’s room, isn’t it?” Kane looked over his shoulder at me, his eyes immediately falling to my breasts before he looked forward again. “I’ll give you my shirt.”

I wasn’t nipping out that hard, was I?

Kane set his coffee on the island once we were in the kitchen and reached behind his neck to pull off his shirt. He was trying to kill me, wasn’t he?

A knowing smirk graced his plump lips as he handed me his T-shirt, his chest and abs on display. I was blatantly checking him out because there was no use in hiding it after he’d not so subtly looked at my nipples showing through my tank top.

“Shut up.” I snatched the shirt from him and pulled it over my head, his campfire scent making my toes curl into the cold stone floor.

“I didn’t say anything.” He laughed and went to the refrigerator. “You look good in my shirt, Kayla.”

Was he flirting with me even after finding out I wasn’t who he expected? I guess I had expected more anger and not him giving me his shirt so everyone wouldn’t be greeted by my nipples.

I sat at the island as he pulled eggs and cream out. “Do you like French toast?”

“I love French toast.” I should have been the one cooking for him, but I needed to remember my goal was to be myself so they’d ship me back. But they’d be doing that anyway, and I probably wouldn’t get any money because it was an error.

“Your thoughts are loud.” He got a griddle out and a dish to mix the eggs.

“Yeah, well, things aren’t exactly going to plan.” I slid off the barstool and went to the coffee maker that had a carafe half full to pour myself a cup.

“And what plan is that?” Kane finished mixing up the egg and cream mixture and turned on the stove. “Do you want cream for your coffee?”

“Yes.” I grabbed the pint from him and poured it in. “I opted out of Omega Match but instead got a nice surprise.”

“Why would you opt out when your biology pushes you toward having a pack?” He put butter on the griddle, and it sizzled. “Even with the heat suppressants you guys are on, it has to be uncomfortable.”

“It’s manageable.” I didn’t want to get into specifics with him about my dildo collection that satisfied my needs just fine. Was it ideal? No, but the alternative of having a pack and being expected to go through a full-on heat made me sick to my stomach.

When omegas first emerge, there is no suppressing the first heat because it would inhibit our bodies from adjusting to being an omega. It’s beyond painful, and it made me feel so vulnerable and needy that even with reassurances from my mom that it was great when there were alphas involved, I didn’t want to experience it again.

Plus, it could be several weeks long, and with me wanting to run a business, dealing with raging horniness and out-of-control slick and perfume was out of the question. I couldn’t be scent marking other omegas’ nesting quilts.

“You didn’t answer my question.” I’d hoped with Kane focused on putting the egg-covered slices of bread on the griddle, he’d forgotten he’d asked me why I didn’t want a pack.

“There are things I want to accomplish for myself before being tied down to a pack where I might not be able to explore those things. Being expected to be at a pack’s beck and call, spread my legs multiple times a day for whoever wants their turn, and dealing with a heat that might last weeks at a time every few months isn’t my cup of tea.” I’d never expressed myself so clearly before, and it made me sit up a little taller. Something about Kane made me want to spill my soul to him. “I want to start my own business.”

He put the last piece of toast on and went to the sink to wash his hands. I’d expected an immediate response telling me all the reasons why omegas and alphas were meant to be together, but instead, he was silent as he lathered his hands and rinsed them.