Page 51 of Knot Your Pawn

At least Mathew is the same as he always is.

My Omega.

My beautiful Omega.

At least he’s not any different, at least we’re trapped in here together. At least I’m not alone.

I notice movements from the other side of the bathroom. It’s Luca, who’s picking up the glow-in-the-dark blanket, holding it up for me to see.

I reach out, a whine starting.

Yes.

I want it.

I need it.

He slowly comes over and then pulls it over us, creating a tent with only Mathew and me under it.

It’s warm and safe.

It feels so good that my eyes slowly start to drift closed, until I wake with a jolt, making me sit up.

No!

I pull the blanket off us, staring around, a whine starting up again as I look at my mates.

I need them.

I need all my mates.

Underneath me, Mathew’s whine joins with mine and he looks around, a wild look in his eyes.

In moments, the others are at our side, reaching out, carefully touching us, flooding the space with their pheromones.

I need my mates.

I need all my mates.

In this confusing world, I need my mates.

Jorge

My heart is still racing as I try to spread as many calming and reassuring pheromones around me as I can, flooding the bathroom together with Caleb, Riley and Luca.

What the fuck just happened?

I’d read that Omegas suffering from pheromone withdrawal can act in irrational and unpredictable ways. But what just happened with Mathew and Vera wasn’t simply ‘irrational’ or ‘unpredictable’.

It was fucking dangerous.

We were lucky that by the time Caleb and Riley managed to drag Mathew into the bathroom, Mathew didn’t have all his energy left anymore. And we were double lucky that Vera didn’t put up a fight when Caleb went to get her from the ruined nest.

The nest…