Page 43 of Knot All Is Ruined: Part 1

“Yes,” I managed to squeak out.

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but you are perfuming like crazy,” Cristofor informed me. “You aren’t close to going into heat, are you?”

That question was like a bucket of ice being doused over my head. “No, in fact, I'm on a suppressant. Bethany said it’s supposed to last two weeks, so there’s no way I could be.”

Cristofor squatted down in front of me, his hands resting on my knees. “This is going to be an incredibly awkward question, but I promise it has a purpose. How often did you have sex before ending up here with us?”

I wanted to curl up and die at the fact he was asking me this. “Only about once a week, he was busy coming and going on missions. When we did have sex though, it would practically be the whole day if he could manage it. Why does that matter?”

“Once Omegas start becoming sexually active, they tend to have an incredibly high sex drive. This means if you’re used to getting a certain amount of sex, going without for long periods of time can make you… um… let's say needy,” Cristofor explained, stumbling over the last part.

My jaw dropped at this nugget of information he’d just dropped in my lap. “Are you telling me that because I’ve gone almost two weeks without sex, I’m now craving it? That hearing you and Petru in the shower flipped some switch and made me start perfuming so I could get someone to fuck me?”

“Dani, take a deep breath for me,” Cristofor instructed. “We see this all the time with Omegas from the North. You were lucky it was only once a week or so. Imagine what the other women are going through who were open breeders. In some ways, it’s like dealing with an addict going through withdrawal, you just have to help them through the process. Your situation is incredibly different though I should have expected this, since it’s incredibly common.”

“Fuck,” Toma swore, kicking the trunk. “I should have known better than to put her in this position. There’s no way you two can take a shower together and not fuck around. I’m so sorry, Danella, it’s my fault for not taking your needs into consideration. I selfishly wanted you in our space to help you feel more comfortable being here.”

None of this was making sense. Why would he want me in his space? Also, why would it matter if I was comfortable being here or not?

“Hey, where’s Dan—” Sorin started to say as he walked into the room, then stopped dead in his tracks.

His eyes closed, and he took a deep breath which was followed by a rumbling sound deep in his chest. When he opened his chocolate brown eyes, they connected with mine, and I could see a look of heat and need within them. It was an expression I saw on Lucian’s face from time to time when he was lost in the moment. Without saying a word, he turned on his heel and left the room, slamming the door behind him.

Chapter twenty-three

Shame and confusion flooded through me at Sorin’s reaction, which just pissed me off because why the fuck should I care what he thinks. I stoked that anger letting it burn brighter, knowing it would drown out the hormones that had been taking over moments before. Shoving to my feet, I almost knocked Cristofor over, who was still kneeling before me. Toma grabbed his arm and hauled him up but then this caused the towel to slip from his body, leaving me with a perfect view of his hard cock.

I yanked my gaze away from the clearly eager man sausage bobbing in excitement at being noticed. Fuck, I needed to get out of this room before I lost complete control of my body and gave in to the aching feeling between my legs. Sex didn’t need to be part of my life until I was good and ready to let someone that close again. It certainly wasn’t going to happen here or now because of a dirty dream I’d had listening to two men fucking in the shower. Storming out of the room, I headed for the front door, jerked it open and raced down the hallway.

I couldn’t do this. There’s no way I could be around so many men when dealing with this withdrawal, as Cristofor called it. What I needed was to locate Bethany and find out if there was something she could do or give to help me manage this situation. If it was typical for Omegas from the North to deal with this, why didn’t anyone say something? Or is that why Bethany had been so cautious to have me around this team of Alphas? Rushing headlong down the stairs, lost in my panic and anger, I didn’t see the man walking up until I collided into him. Bouncing off his chest, I crashed to the stairs swearing under my breath.

“Fuck, I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going,” I muttered as I picked myself up and faced the man I’d run into.

The disgust on his face had me frozen in place before I realized it was Draza—the Beta whose nose I’d broken back in the cave. Back then, he’d made it clear he had no qualms about making me pay for what I’d done to him. Only Sorin had stopped him. Well, Sorin wasn’t here to call him off, but this time I wasn’t half dead so I liked my chances.

“If it isn’t the Northern Omega whore,” Draza sneered, grabbing my arm in a crushing grip. “The fates must be smiling on me for us to run into each other like this. Tell me, breeder, whose bed were you warming last night? I feel like I should check to make sure they’re still alive with how fast you were running away.”

“Get your hands off me,” I spat, trying to jerk my arm free.

“Now, is that any way for you to speak to a superior officer?” he taunted. “Those of lower or no rank should learn their place.”

“Yeah, and where exactly should we be because it seems you’re a little lost yourself,” I said, cocking a brow, hoping it would piss him off enough for me to make a move.

“You bitch,” Draza snarled, yanking me forward, which is exactly what I’d hoped he’d do.

Pushing off the step, I added to the momentum as my knee came up slamming right into his dick. A groan with a slight whimper told me I’d landed my mark. It was hard to tell, with how small he was to judge by feel. Together we fell a few steps before he slammed into the wall of the landing, eliciting a hiss of pain from him as I watched his head bounce off the concrete. He still refused to let go of my arm so I wound up and punched him right in the throat. I missed the spot I was aiming for right in the front, but either way, I’m sure it hurt like hell.

Finally, Draza released me and I threw myself back, bracing for the impact of landing on the stairs. Only that never happened. Instead, someone caught me and hugged my body to theirs.

“What the fuck is going on,” Victor roared at the stunned Beta.

Draza tried to shake his head clear, but I knew how hard he’d hit it and I didn’t think the few marbles he had left would help him any. “She fucking attacked me!” he blurted, a hand pressed to his head. “That’s the second time that bitch has laid hands on a soldier of the South. She needs to be put down like the rest of her kind.”

Victor tucked me behind him as he charged forward and grabbed the man by the throat, slamming him to the wall, and lifting until his feet barely touched the ground. “What did you just say?”

Unable to speak, the Beta let out a garbled noise as he wrapped his hands around Victor’s wrist trying to get the Alpha off him. It was futile since Victor was twice his size and had way more muscle packed on him. The rage that blanketed Victor’s face would have made any man piss himself and made me pray he never found a reason to be that angry at me.

“I will say this once, so you better listen up good,” Victor ordered, his tone full of loathing and fury. “If you ever speak, look, or touch this Omega ever again, I will remove your head from your body. She is under my protection, and no one will ever show her that kind of disrespect again.”