Page 5 of Knot Enough (Fruity Omegas #1)

G abriel

A few days have passed since Lydia and I met the Beckett pack.

When we returned to our rooms, I realized we had forgotten to ask them for their names.

I wanted to smack myself for the mistake I made.

I spent most of my time reassuring and reminding Lydia that no matter how deeply I fell for these alphas, it wouldn’t change my feelings for her.

Lydia has always had difficulty feeling worthy of love after what happened with her scent matches.

I knew when we bonded that I was going to have to help her through this.

I was up for the challenge. I loved any opportunity to show her how important she was to me; this was just another way of doing it.

It was still early in the morning, so we were both still in bed. I enjoyed waking up early and watching her. In the beginning it was to make sure she wasn’t having nightmares, but now it’s become a habit.

“Don’t touch me. I said don’t touch me!” Lydia started yelling out of nowhere. Her shrill voice sent a streak of worry through me. She started thrashing about like she was trying to throw someone off her. It was the telltale sign of a nightmare. I sit up and start to shake her shoulder.

“Hey, Lydia it’s me Gabriel. Can you wake up for me? Come on, baby, wake up.” I said, my tone getting louder. Lydia shot up into a sitting position. Sweat covered her face and body, but she was awake. I pulled her close and hugged her while she caught her breath.

“It’s okay, everything is going to be okay.

” I comforted her as I ran my hand along her back in soothing motions.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked.

Lydia’s never gone into detail about what happened with her rejected pack.

I get the sense she wants to forget about it, but I still wanted her to know I was here to listen if she needed me.

She nodded softly and pulled away slightly so she could look at me.

“I was dreaming about Brett and the time he came home drunk. He was so wasted he could barely stand up and walk. I made the mistake of calling out to him to make sure he was okay and before I knew it his arms were around me, touching me in places I didn’t feel comfortable with.

This was early on in our courting too. I managed to push him, but it scared me.

Even after that night he still did similar things when he wasn’t drunk.

I just thought he was a touchy feely person.

” She explained. I could feel her anxiety spiking through our bond.

When Lydia and I bit each other an invisible bond was formed between us.

Without needing words, I could feel her emotions and she mine in our souls.

We could close the bond like a door, but Lydia and I preferred to keep ours open.

I was pissed about how Brett treated Lydia, but she didn’t need my anger, she needed the comfort I could give her. I swallowed down the anger I had and pulled her close.

“It wasn’t right of him to make you uncomfortable like that. I’m not going to let anything like that happen to you ever again.” I whisper in her ear.

“You promise?” She asked in a quiet voice. A purr erupted from my chest. It was an ability omegas and alphas had to calm or soothe their loved ones.

“I promise.” I affirmed. We stayed like that for a long time. I didn’t know how long we stood in each other’s arms, but we were both starving by the time we pulled apart. Lydia went to shower while I had breakfast.

Later that day, I was getting antsy. A letter of offer usually only takes a day or two, but it’s been three, and we’ve heard nothing from them.

Ever since the night we met, I’ve had dreams about the Beckett pack.

Their scent haunted me every time I lay down.

I was starting to grow impatient at how long this was taking.

I pace around the room restlessly. It was getting harder to keep my nerves in check every hour, every minute was painful.

I was sure seconds would start to feel like torture soon.

“They're going to send one in. Just be patient.” Lydia says from where she’s seated on our couch.

She almost looked serene as she turned the page of the book she was reading, but her leg shook from her own impatience.

I could also feel a slight hum from her in our bond that she tried to hide from me.

Despite her anxiety about the possible courting, she was at least curious about the pack.

I noticed she always listened in when I talked about them that night despite her pretending not to.

“They are your scent matches, after all.” She continued as she turned yet another page.

Huffing at her, I stopped my pacing. I knew she was right, but the truth didn’t make the wait any easier.

I plopped myself next to her, seeking comfort in the heat of her body and to check on her.

Scent matches are a touchy subject with her.

She’s been doing better the last couple of months.

The bad days have become less, and she wasn’t freaking out as much when I mentioned my scent matches.

“You know I won’t let them separate us,” I tell her, giving my voice an edge of seriousness it doesn’t usually have. With one of my fingers, I guided her face up so that she could look me in the eyes. A flash of hesitation went through them before it was replaced with a better emotion. Love .

“I know. I just get this reflex when scent matches are brought up. I’m trying to be open-minded, but you’ll have to be patient with me. Especially after this.” She said, barely above a whisper. My body softened against hers.

“Of course. We are in this forever. There’s no escaping me.

Besides, they will be your chosen mates if you guys get that far.

” I teased playfully. I saw her body tense but didn’t miss how her face warmed slightly at the thought.

Omegas were built to be surrounded by love and affection, especially from alphas.

I was happy being with Lydia and would have been happy just loving her for the rest of our lives.But I did feel like something was missing in our lives, and now that I have met my scent matches, I know what it was.

Them. A knock at the door distracted both of us from our conservation.

“Gabriel and Lydia?” A small beta woman asked as she poked her head into the room.

“Yes?” We both responded. We looked at the woman curiously.

“You both received an offer letter from a pack named Beckett. Would you like to accept?” The beta asked, looking between both of us. I immediately bolted out of my spot on the couch and raced to her.

“We do! " I said it a bit too loudly, but at this point, I didn’t care. The woman looked at Lydia for confirmation before handing me two yellow folders.

“Okay, they are available to meet today to settle arrangements if you want, or we can set a later day if that works better for both of you.”

“We can do it today,” I said quickly. Even if I tried, I didn’t think I could wait another minute to meet them again.

“All right, then. Follow me, and I’ll show you to the meeting room you guys will use.

Sorry about the short notice, but the time they requested to meet is pretty close to now.

” The beta opened the door and walked out.

Lydia and I quickly followed after her with our folders in hand.

She showed us a small room with several kinds of chairs and couches where people could comfortably sit.

I had a feeling the way the room was styled was meant more for the comfort of omegas rather than the alphas.

While we waited for Pack Beckett, Lydia and I reviewed their profiles.

Graham was the tallest alpha who made me feel weak in my knees with his dominance and the intensity behind his smile.

He worked as a CEO for a sports supply company.

The alpha that seemed the most playful out of the three was called Sorren.

Apparently, he was a movie director. Looking at the list of movies he provided, I saw he had helped make several of both Lydia’s and I’s favorites.

The last alpha was Finn. He had a quiet air about him, but I’m sure Lydia and I would get to know him more the more time we spent with him.

He was a mechanic for his own shop. I hummed in approval at each of my pack alphas.

I never cared about the money my scent matches would make, but it was good to know I didn’t have to worry about getting a career or a job.

I didn’t mind the idea of working, but I always saw myself as a house omega.

I wanted to maintain the household and provide my alphas with food and comfort rather than with a paycheck.

Lydia managed a self-published writing career.

She makes enough money to provide both of us with the things we want.

It was a nice balance since she was terrible at caring for herself.

Several scents caught my attention before the footsteps.

They were the same scents I smelled the night of the ball.

Bubblegum and cotton candy were coming from Finn.

I thought it was funny how mismatched it was, but it made me feel like I was in a candy shop when I was near him.

Sorren was surrounded by watermelon and mint; the combination reminded me of a watermelon daiquiri.

Graham’s was the most powerful, a mixture of pumpkin and cinnamon.

His scent made me crave a pumpkin spice latte, sadly not yet in season.