Believe It or Knot: Part One (Runaway Omega, #1)

by Harper Wylde

Being short was a bitch sometimes.

It really is! 🤣

I barely had enough to warrant a full load, and I thought Eli’s eyes might pop out of his head when he realized I’d thrown my darks and lights together. He cleared his throat, holding his fist over his mouth as he fought not to say anything. I grinned, then giggled at how downright uncomfortable he looked. “You can say it.” “What kind of heathen mixes their laundry?” he burst in a fit of indignant passion that only made me laugh harder. “I swear, you’re as bad as the guys. I’m forever haranguing them about the benefits of dividing their whites and darks.” “There’s barely enough laundry to warrant one load. Two would be wasteful.”

That's such a me thing to do 🤣 fist bump, girly!

“Do you—um—have first-hand knowledge?” “Of what, Love?” Eli cocked his head. Was he really going to make me say it? “O-of just how well Thane handles meat?” The question was higher pitched than I’d intended. Oh gods, that was cheesy as hell. Eli barked a laugh, his smile so wide his white teeth could have blinded a person. “Are you asking if any of us have carnal knowledge of each other?”

She must be blushing to her toes 🤣

I wanted to get to know them, to let myself dream of being happy. My chest tightened with longing. “We can be your glue, Demi,” Eli vowed. “We’ll hold you together, even when it feels like you’re falling apart.”

Well said

Those white teeth captured the corner of her lip again, abusing it. “I might be beyond fixing,” she whispered, defeated. “Listen to me,” I told her gently, dipping my head to capture her gaze and holding her captive. “You’re not broken. You might be bruised, but you’re strong. A survivor. A fighter.” Her eyes glistened. “I don’t feel like one right now.” “Trust me.” My grip tightened on her enough to make sure she really heard me. “From one survivor to another, you’re stronger than you know. You fought back and got yourself out of a shitty situation. That takes guts.”

Tears pooled in my eyes, and my chin wobbled. “Life is cruel.” “No, Baby Girl. People are cruel. It took me a lot of years and a good pack to realize that life isn’t inherently bad. People make choices, and those choices have consequences.

A whine broke free, stricken and dismayed. “Easy, Sweetness.” Jamison purred, and I settled. “Invite me in.” “Like a vampire?” He chuckled. “A nest is sacred to an Omega. No one should be allowed to enter without her permission. You’ll feel better if you invite me to join you for this heat.” Right. Because that wasn’t awkward at all. You’re invited to come fuck my brains out for the next three to five days. Please RSVP and don’t forget to check whether you’d like the chicken or the steak to be served during our intermittent food breaks. Apparently, I’d rambled that out loud

This is just too much and I love it! 😂