All Chapters of Knot My Alpha: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Because you’re my mate.”The words slam into me like a physical blow, knocking the breath from my lungs, making my entire body go still.No.That—that isn’t possible.Mates don’t exist. They’re a fantasy, a relic of old stories, something people want to believe in but know better than to trust. Bonds happen, sure, but they’re conditioned, nurtured, created—not destined.But I feel it.I felt it the moment Jacob touched me, the moment his voice dropped into that Alpha tone, the moment he scented me and my body gave in before my mind could catch up.It makes no fucking sense.I can’t breathe properly. My pulse is all over the place, my skin feels wrong, too hot, too tight, like I’m on the verge of something I don’t understand. My stomach clenches, my fingers digging into the sheets beneath me as I stare at him, my mind racing in a thousand different directions at once.“No,” I whisper, but it’s weak. It’s wrong.Jacob doesn’t argue. He just watches me, his face unreadable, his body loo

I push off my chair so fast it scrapes against the floor, my pulse roaring in my ears, my hands already pulling my phone from my pocket before I can fully process the storm of emotions tearing through my chest. My fingers are tight around the device, muscles tense, breath controlled but not calm—because calm is the last fucking thing I feel right now.Across from me, Xavier is spiraling.I can see it in the way his fingers clench at my blanket, knuckles white, his shoulders curling in on themselves, his breath coming too fast, too shallow. His curls hang over his face, shielding his expression from me, but I don’t need to see his eyes to know.He’s unraveling.Everything he’s believed, everything he’s trusted, has just been ripped out from under him.And they did it.His own parents.My jaw tightens as I press the call button, bringing the phone to my ear, pacing across the room as I wait for the line to connect. I don’t know what I expect—maybe for it to ring a few times, maybe for m

I sink into him, letting the warmth of his body surround me, letting his scent fill every inch of my lungs. It’s intoxicating, deep and rich—sandalwood, vanilla, and the faint, smoky heat of burning wood. It wraps around me, seeps into my skin, presses into the hollow parts of me that have been empty for too long. My arms slip around his waist, my fingers gripping at the fabric of his shirt like if I let go, he’ll disappear, and I can’t—I won’t.Jacob’s chest vibrates with a low, constant purr, the sound settling inside me, winding through my bones, easing every sharp edge of my panic, my fear, my confusion. It grounds me. Makes me feel safe. Like I belong here, in his arms, pressed against him, inhaling his scent like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.His hand moves slowly, stroking through my hair, his fingers threading through my curls in a steady, soothing rhythm. The touch sends a shiver down my spine, not because I fear it, but because I need it.Then, finally,

I lean back slowly, carefully, letting the weight of Xavier’s sleeping body settle more comfortably against my chest. His breathing evens out into slow, steady rhythms as he finally surrenders to exhaustion. My fingers stroke through his curls softly, gently, unable to keep myself from touching him. Because now that I’ve allowed myself a taste of him, now that I’ve stopped fighting this bond and let myself feel everything I’ve been desperately burying since the moment he walked into my life, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let him go again.Watching him now, sleeping in my arms, vulnerable and trusting, I feel something in my chest tighten almost painfully. I don’t deserve him—this Omega who was trained from childhood to resist Alphas, trained not to need someone like me, conditioned to be independent and untouched by the instinctual pulls of our designations. And yet, despite everything he’s been taught, something inside him broke through that conditioning. Something inside him

The moment Jacob mentions food, my stomach grumbles, loud and insistent, betraying just how little I’ve eaten in the past twenty-four hours. I press a hand to my abdomen, scowling as Jacob smirks at me like I’m some fragile thing he needs to take care of. I roll my eyes, but I don’t argue when he steers me toward the kitchen, his large hand settling possessively against the small of my back.The estate is massive, and even though I can feel exhaustion pressing in on me from every angle, I force myself to take in my surroundings. Dark wood floors, tall windows letting in the moonlight, sleek, modern touches mixed with old-world elegance. This isn’t just a home—it’s a legacy, and now, somehow, I’m a part of it.I push that thought aside as we step into the kitchen. It’s bigger than I expected, warm and inviting despite its high-end appliances and intimidating size. Jacob moves easily through the space, rolling up his sleeves as he heads straight for the fridge.“What do you want?” he