Page 2 of Knot Enough (Fruity Omegas #1)

Lydia! Lydia! Lydia, open this door right now!" A familiar voice woke me from my dream. I groaned at the memory. Every bloody night, I have flashbacks. I hated how real they felt - as if I was back with them.

"What!" I grumbled out while I pulled on a pair of shorts.

I grabbed my phone and winced at how early it was.

Corretta wasn't an early bird. Why was she here?

I opened the door and leaned against it.

Corretta was standing there in a pair of baggy pants and a cropped top.

I could see tiny shimmers of glitter over the exposed parts of her body.

"I figured you haven't been out of your room for a while, so I stopped by to give you groceries before my class.

" She shrugged. I looked down and saw several plastic bags in her hands.

I reached out to grab them, but she pulled away.

"Nope, last time I stopped by, you left all your groceries on the counter.

Even the things that would spoil. I'll put them away for you.

" She declared, pushing her way inside my dorm.

If she was bothered by the mess of clothes and trash, she didn't show it.

She was my oldest and longest friend. We met on an online forum for asexuals and we clicked with each other almost instantly.

She comes around every so often to bring me food or check up on me.

I think it was her way of looking after me.

"Corretta, you don't have to do that. I'll put the cold stuff away this time.

" I pleaded, following her into the kitchen, where there were stacks of dirty dishes in the sink.

I hated her looking at my room the way it was.

Instead of replying, Corretta hummed as she started putting things away, completely ignoring whatever wrappers or dirty cups were around her.

I watched for a minute before giving up and returning to bed.

I watched videos on my phone while I waited for Corretta to finish her stubborn streak.

When she got like this, there was no point in stopping her.

I was half asleep when Corretta opened my bedroom door.

"Finished! Now I don't have to worry about you starving yourself.

I'm headed off to class, but before that, here's a bowl of cereal.

" She said quickly, setting the bowl on my nightstand then swiftly making her exit.

Her footsteps echoed through the other room, followed by the front door closing.

I glanced at the bowl from my spot on the bed.

I didn't eat anything yesterday. I would pass out if I didn't consume something soon.

Getting up, I grabbed the bowl and started to eat.

Finishing off the cereal and drinking the leftover milk, I put the bowl in the sink to wash later.

Exiting my room, I noticed that my dorm was a lot cleaner.

The little brat had sorted my clothes into clean and dirty, cleaned the trash up, and when I went into my kitchen, I saw all my dishes had also been washed.

I could feel tears starting to form. She really was a great friend.

I missed talking to her, but she had a lot going on with college and her ballroom dancing, so I didn't want to add more to her plate.

I sent her a text telling her thank you and decided to clean the bowl before returning to my bed.

Once again, my sleep was flooded by nightmares.

It's hot. Why is the house so hot? Why am I so hot? A massive cramp erupted from what felt like my waist.

"oWww." I cried out. Tears started down my face. Is my heat starting? Other omegas said you get really hot, sweaty, and horny. I feel all of those, but I certainly don't want a knot. That must be due to the medicine I take to lessen the effects of my heat.

"Lydia, what's wrong?" Logan came down from the stairs leading to the bedrooms. I saw his nostrils flare at my thickening scent. "You're in heat, " he said.

"I noticed." I retorted through gritted teeth as another painful cramp ripped through me.

"Let's get you in your nest, then, " he said, coming towards me. He picked me up, and I leaned against his chest as he helped me up the stairs. "I'll call the others and let them know. For now, I'll get their blankets and sheets, " he continued .

"Thank you," I said with a sigh of relief. It was good to know that my scent matches would be with me, and they hadn't run for the hills.

"It's no problem," Logan reassured me as he helped me on the mattress in my nest. I cuddled into the blankets that smelled like all of them.

I barely noticed Logan coming in and out with more sheets and blankets when I got the urge to nest. My suppressant would keep me from becoming completely mindless during the thick of my heat, but it would still hurt a lot.

The doctor advised me to keep my scent matches close to help ease the pain.

I planned on doing exactly as he suggested.

Once I finished my nest, I sat on my legs and puffed out my chest in pride.

I couldn't wait for my alphas to see what I had done.

With the nest finished. I started to worry about where my alphas were.

Their workplace wasn't that far away from our house.

At most, it would take them about 20 minutes to get here with traffic.

As if he had read my thoughts, Connor approached the door to the nest. I could smell his leather and motor oil from behind it.

"Come in!" I called out before he had a chance to knock. Connor, with his slick black hair and suit, walked in. He looked around the nest with wonder. "Do you like it?" I asked. Connor's eyes shot to me in the middle of the nest.

"I love it, " he said with a polite smile. I furrowed my brow. I had expected him to be more excited. Was he lying about liking it? Connor stepped further into the room but stopped right before the floor dipped into the mattress. "Did you still not want us to help you through your heat?" he asked.

"I want you here in my nest, but like we discussed, I just want cuddles and to be taken care of," I reminded him as I crawled to him. When I got to the nest's edge, Connor raised his hand to entangle it in my hair. I unconsciously leaned into his touch.

"I understand, I'll let the boys know and we'll help you through this," Connor reassured me. His words started a light purr in my chest.

"Okay," I nodded enthusiastically. Connor gave me a quick kiss on the forehead before getting up and leaving my nesting room.

I waited patiently for all three of them to return at the foot of the nest. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, and hours turned into a day.

My body continued to cramp in pain, and my stomach protested in hunger, but I didn't move. They would come back; they had to.

Before I realized it, I had fallen asleep where I sat.

Groaning from the cramping and aching from an uncomfortable sleep, I blinked awake.

My body ached from the position I slept in, but my mind was alert.

I listened for any sounds or smells that could tell me my pack returned.

They didn’t. My cramps have calmed down now.

There was a dull pain, but I could bear it.

My stomach continued to grumble. I didn't see Logan bring in any drinks or food, so I went to the kitchen.

Leaving my nest, the only place I felt truly safe, I tiptoed into the kitchen to find something to eat.

My eyes landed on milk and cereal for breakfast. Or was it lunch?

It didn't matter. Taking a clean bowl, I filled it and sat down at the uncomfortable stools Connor ordered for the kitchen island.

As I ate, I wondered why neither Connor, Logan, nor Brett joined me.

Did they not like the nest? Was it me? Had they changed their mind?

Did they have an important work thing to finish?

These thoughts swirled around my mind until I heard the front door open.

Their scents flowed into the room. They had come back! I knew they would!

Leaving my almost-finished bowl, I ran to the front of the house, almost slipping on a rug. My pace slowed as I got closer. I stopped when I realized they smelled wrong, like alcohol and... omega. I watched them stumble and nearly trip as they took their shoes off. Brett was the first to notice me.

"Sweetheart, why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be in your nest?" He asked with a confused expression. I ignored him.

"Why do you smell like that?" I asked instead.

I could hear my heart pounding. Connor and Logan had noticed me now but didn't look me in the eyes.

All three remained silent, so I repeated my question.

"Why do you smell like another omega!" I yelled out.

All three of them seemed to shrink at my words.

"Let me explain," Logan said, walking towards me. I stepped back, making sure I was out of reach. I didn't want that repulsive scent anywhere near me.

"Don't touch me. How could you! I was waiting for all of you, and instead of being with me when I needed you, you go off and fuck an omega!" I growled out. They cheated on me while I was in heat and with another omega. Logan stopped where he was and didn't move.

"Please, Lydia, we can-" Connor started.

"If you weren't such a hard ass about sex, maybe we would have stayed. I mean come on how do you expect us all to be in your nest for days without getting some relief?" Brett yelled out. My anger was at full blast as his words shot through my heart. A nest was a special place for an omega. It’s where they go to feel safe, protected, and loved. It wasn’t meant to be a glorified sex room!

"Are you serious right now? We talked about this, and you said you were okay with it.

Don't tell me you were lying, hoping I would change my mind.

" I hoped I was wrong, but that died when I saw all of them avoid my eyes.

My body went loose from the realization.

They were hoping I'd have sex with them.

That I'd change my mind. That I’d change who I was.

"Get out," I said, my voice surprised by how cold it sounded.

"Lydia-" Brett started.

"Get out!" I repeated, pointing to the door. For a second, I thought they wouldn't do what I said, but after what felt like forever, they finally left.

Quack, Quack, Quac k

My body felt clammy. I could feel sweat pouring down my back.

I quickly turned off my phone before I finally broke and started to sob.

The memories of spending my heat alone flooded my mind.

My loneliness, sadness, and anger consumed my thoughts.

. Every day, every night, my dreams are filled with them.

I'm reminded every day of how I wasn't wanted and how I felt during the most critical time of my life.

What's the point of this? I won't be happy again?

My happy ending isn't coming. No one wants an omega like me.

I'll never be wanted or loved. I'll be alone forever. Dammit, I don't want to be alone.

I looked down at my hands. They're skinnier than what they used to be.

Everything felt numb and dull. An idea sprouted in my head.

This would stop the hurting, the pain, the loneliness.

Going into the kitchen, I grabbed a wooden spatula and headed to the bathroom, where the mirror was.

If they really wanted to keep us safe, they would switch the glass out for plastic.

Taking the thinner edge of the spatula, I hit the mirror between the metal bars.

It took a few tries, but eventually, the glass broke.

A large piece fell between the bars and into the sink.

Perfect. I took a deep breath, ignoring what sounded like footsteps coming from further into the dorm. It was probably nothing.

If I remember correctly, I need to start a warm bath for this to be fatal.

Would a shower work? I didn't feel like taking off my clothes as I took the piece of glass with me.

I turned towards the bath and shower and switched the hot water on.

I watched the water drizzle into the tub.

The next step was to actually cut my hands.

That one book said that I would need to cut along the road instead of across.

I didn't like pain, but if I did this right, I wouldn't feel anything more. I pointed the jagged edge to my wrist.

"Hey, anyone in here! I hope I'm not interrupting while you're bathing, but Jessica said I could come in.

" A male voice yelled from the other side of the door.

Before I had a chance to hide what I was doing, the door opened to reveal a fluffy-headed man.

He stopped when he noticed me sitting on the toilet lip.

He glanced from my face to the glass in my wrist. I expected him to be mad, to yell, but instead, he just smiled.

That's when I realized I had met this man before.

"Wanna watch a movie and eat a busload of popcorn and maybe something sweet and unhealthy with me?

" he asked, stepping up to me and gripping the glass away from my wrist. He slowly released my fingers from the shard until it was in his hand, not mine.

He looked at it and smiled back at me. "We won't be needing this.

" He looked at the mirror and quickly said, " We'll get someone to replace that. "

I later learned that man was named Gabriel, and he would quickly become the most essential part of my life.