Page 7 of Knot What I Expected

But as for me?

Nah.

That shit isn’t happening.

Some Wolves are meant to find their Omegas.

Some are meant to lead Packs.

Some are meant to build homes and make pups and spend the next hundred years knotting their mates every chance they get.

And some of us are meant to stand between the fire and everyone else.

I know which one I am.

I’ve known since prom night.

My Wolf growls.

Liar.

“Fuck off.”

Coward.

“Screw you, Fluffy.”

She is ours.

My entire body goes still.

“What?”

You know who I mean.

“What the fuck, Monster?”

The bastard inside me didn’t answer.

Usually, baiting the Wolf worked. Call him a monster. Call him a psycho. Poke at the mean son of a bitch until he snapped back with a growl or shoved against my control just to remind me he was there.

Not this time.

He retreated into the back of my mind, slipping into that dark place where I could still feel him but couldn’t fucking reach him.

“Fucking psycho,” I muttered.

That made two of us.

Still nothing.

And for some reason, his silence bothered me more than his rage ever did.

It left me feeling anxious.

Restless.

Itchy beneath my fucking skin.