“Or she may take it as the compliment it is.”
“Ryder recommends I fuck her.” Zach hiccups again.
“That comes right after talking, and only if she wants it,” I caution. “Knotting an omega isn’t that simple. She has to go into heat to be able to take the knot without pain.”
“I know my biology,” Zach grunts.
“She may still want it,” Ryder says softly. “Heat or no heat.”
“What aren’t you telling us?” I say sharply. “You act as if you have insider knowledge.”
“It’s not knowledge.” He looks away. “More like a hunch.”
“Then share with the group,” I say.
“I can’t.”
“Why the hell not? What did she tell you?”
“Nothing. I swear it.” He scratches at the stubble on his jaw. “But you know how you recognize a fellow wounded soul sometimes? I felt that with her. And I feel it has to do with… this.”
“With us?”
“With being an omega. With wanting alphas. The whole fucking shebang.”
“An omega who likes her role with extra frills,” I muse. “Who wants to be dominated and courted. Who may like to be knotted even if she doesn’t go into heat.”
What does it mean? It’s as if the answer is on the tip of my fucking tongue but I can’t speak it, can’t pinpoint it.
“Gotcha,” Zach says. “Courting. Talking. Fucking. In that order.”
“That’s right,” I say, still staring at Ryder. “And report after each act.”
35
COCO
I glance out of the window and flinch when I see a shadow standing across the street again, watching me.
Then I lean closer to the glass, frowning. Wait, is that… Atticus?
I study the tall, broad-shouldered, bearded figure and yeah, it’s him.
Drawing back, I chew on this new development. I won’t say my heart warms up at the thought that he’s still checking I’m okay, because I’ll never admit it.
But it looks like the man I’d seen the other day wasn’t a stalker. It was him. Has to be.
Then anger rears its head. How dare he, anyway? After the way he behaved? How dare he stand under my window like an older Romeo, checking up on me?
I’m full of feminine rage right now. Watch me roar.
Roar softly, of course, while watching my favorite TV shows and working on my comic. In my comic, the heroine has some men trouble, too. Funny how the story evolves to mirror mine.
Okay, joking. I am the one writing the story. It’s no surprise at all. After all, my comic is my therapy as well as my artistic release.
Next, I expect the fictional men courting her to grovel and then… will she take them back? One has to have a happy ending, right?
Is getting back with the men who hurt her confidence the best ending?
