Page 123 of Knot Only For One Night

A tear drips down her face. My chest cracks open.

I fucked up.

I fucked up so badly.

“I… I⁠—”

“No. Move.” Her voice rasps and my knees nearly buckle.

“Esper. Please, I’m sorry.”

“I need more than that!” She tries to shove me off the door, but I don’t let her. Her nails dig into my skin, and I fucking love the feeling. I miss her touches, even the rough ones.

I grab the sides of her face. I kiss every tear that streams down her face. Committing the number to memory. Knowing I’ll have to make it up to her for each one.

I’m such a shitty omega.

“Let me go,” she mumbles, but her hands grip my arms tight. I guide her backwards until the back of her knees hit the bed. She sits, losing her grip on my arms as I fall down to my knees in front of her.

How do I let her know that I’m sorry? That even though I don’t deserve it, I want another chance?

I do my damnedest not to touch her. Though I want to so damn badly. I gulp, trying and failing to keep my own tears from streaming down my face. My chest feels as if it’s caved in.

Bracing myself with my hands on my knees, I gaze up at her. Her sad eyes meet mine.

“Reed, get up.” A soft bark clings to her command. Her anger from earlier melting.

“Be angry, Esper.” I don’t deserve this. She can’t be soft. I hurt her.

“Not like this.”

“I deserve your anger. I need it, Princess,” I whisper and she shakes her head.

“No.”

“Esper—”

“You don’t get to dictate how I act, or how I feel.”

“No, you’re right. I’m sorry.”

“Okay, then good.” She crosses her slim legs and leans back on her hands. Her aura has changed. Though she’s in sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, she may as well be dressed in a suit and her favorite maroon heels.

A few strands of her hair stick to her rosy cheeks and fuck it’s hot. I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts and her intoxicating cranberry scent from my nose.

I’m here to beg.

To plead for forgiveness.

“You’re sorry?”

“Yes, Princess. I⁠—”

“Why?”

The single word rings in my ears. It erases every heartfelt word of the speech I’d been scraping together in my head. All I have left is the raw emotion in my chest. The way her gaze lights me up inside. How much I fucking love her, and how much I want our Pack.

She doesn’t wait for me before barrelling on, “Why can’t you have both?”