Page 36 of Knottily Ever After (Crescent Lake Cozy Omegaverse #1)
Chapter Thirty-Five
Violet
“ I can’t even describe it, Bec,” I sigh at my phone screen.
“It was both wonderful and terrifying. I didn’t know what was happening for so much of it, just driven by instinct and acting without thinking.
” My hand wipes down my face. “I’m so lucky to have these men in my life.
If they weren’t with me, I don’t know what would have happened. ”
“Well,” Bec chimes in a doubtful tone, “if they weren’t in your life, you’d still be on suppressants. None of the last few days would have ever happened.”
True.
I frown. “Okay, but I honestly don’t understand how Omegas get through a heat every season.
And plenty of us don’t take meds if there’s no mandate where we live.
And think of all the Omegas of the past, all around the world, before these mandates were even a thing!
Did they all find their scent matches and live happily, or did they need just any random Alpha to help them through their heats? ”
Bec laughs through the phone, her expression bemused in the face of my seriousness. “Girl, you can’t worry about all of that now. You need to worry about you and your men. And your new life together.”
I hum through my frown. She’s not wrong.
My heat lasted a few days, and Julie later told me that happens to Omegas who are getting over their suppressants, and also when their pack is completed.
Apparently her last heat took four days to get through because it was her first since Alan had completed their pack.
I’m lucky that my pack is already complete.
Two days after my heat had subsided, I took down my makeshift nest. It never felt right . Just a means to an end. I decided I’d plan ahead for the next one.
Now, my mind is feeling good and clear.
Though I am still really horny.
“The look on your face!” Bec throws her head back and fans herself on my screen. “You are one lucky bitch.”
I laugh, but I can’t argue. “I feel like it.”
“Well, thanks for telling me all the good stuff. Told you I have to live vicariously through you, now.”
“Well,” I feign innocence, “I’m sure there will be many more story times to come.”
“Get it, Vi.”
I huff a laugh. “Actually, aside from this edition of storytime, I wanted to tell you that I’m scrapping my book.”
Bec is not amused.
“I started a new book,” I push on with haste, “about an Omega who finds her pack.”
She gives an epic smirk now. “Let me guess. In a small town?”
I cringe. “No way. That would be too close to reality. It’s an international setting.”
“ Ooooh,” she sings. “Exotic.” She contemplates a second. “Do you feel good about the changes?”
“I do,” I say. “I think it’s going to be really good, Bec.”
She smiles, and kindness sparkles in her eyes. “Then go for it, girl. I know you’ve got a lot of… inspiration over there.” Her wink is comical. “Did you read any of those books from the list I sent you?”
I nod. “I got through your top two. I really enjoyed them.”
“I thought you might.” She leans back in her chair with a sigh. “L.A. isn’t going to be the same without you.”
My laugh comes out in a burst. “Not many people there knew I existed.”
“I know you exist,” she says, serious. “So does our circle of friends, as small as it is.”
“I’m only about eight hours away by car.” I smile sweetly. “You can come visit any time.”
Bec’s head shakes. “Maybe someday. I’m swamped over here.”
“You work too much, Bec.” I mean what I say.
“I know it. But I’ve got to pay the bills. Plus, Sir Purrs-a-Lot needs his tuna fund.”
I stifle a giggle, thinking of Bec’s fluffy cat. He’s a gentle giant and deserves all the tuna.
“I’ll be heading back to L.A. sometime in the next few months to pack everything up at the penthouse. I’m going to hire a manager to rent it out.”
“Really?” Bec asks. “I never thought you’d move out of there.”
My heart clenches, memories of my childhood and my parents flow through my mind. “It’s time,” I say.
And it is. Time to move on from my old life. Time to dive into my new one.