Semua Bab BREAK ME KNOT: An Omegaverse Quarterback Romance: Bab 1 - Bab 10

DECLAN'S POVOne minute, my teammates and I were standing off to the side bitching about the freshers, the next, a scent slapped me in the face with the wave of a thousand punches. Omega, the alpha inside me growled. “Hey Dec. What's up? You zoned out.” “Give me a minute. Need to check something out.” And with that, I left them and walked towards the field where the freshers were gathered. The scent that was calling me came from there, and I was helpless against my better instincts to find it and mark my nose to it. The scent was of honeysuckle, vanilla, and a hit of whiskey; all the things I loved. All the things I enjoyed. Of course, like every other self-respecting alpha, I knew what this might mean. From when we could form thoughts, it had been hammered into our heads that an alpha’s greatest calling would be to find his omega, claim her and spend the rest of his life pampering her. Many alphas rejected this, and I’d seen them crumble at the scent of their mated omega. M

DECLAN'S POVThere are lies we tell ourselves sometimes that make even us laugh. Because of how outrageous they were. This was one of them. She was simply breathtaking. Her silver hair fell around her face in soft waves right now, and she had done the most subtle makeup. It brought out the gold in her brown eyes. The only better place she would belong in was my arms. But that could wait. And those eyes were staring daggers at me. “What the hell did you say to me?” “I said you don’t belong here, omega.” Her eyes widened in shock. So, I was right. She was using suppressants to hide her designation. But why? I was proud to be alpha. I expected everyone else to feel that way. So why was she hiding it? “What the fuck? How did you know?” “I can smell your sweetness under all that suppressant, sweet omega.” She scoffed at me, and it brought a smile to my face. I loved my women with bite. “What the hell are you laughing at? And don’t call me sweet omega. Or any type of omega a

DECLAN'S POVThis girl was going to drag me to hell, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t take her with me. I'd watch Maeve strut onto the dance floor with the random beta in tow and done nothing. Maeve. I loved the way her name rolled around on my head. Good to say, and it would be great to moan in the throes of passion. I watched as she danced with him, and her eyes had captured me too. Daring to break eye contact. To say something. I had promised myself I wouldn’t fall for her tease. But watching another man run his hands all over her was driving me crazy. The moment I saw his hands rest on her waist and pull her in against his body, I broke. The glass of whiskey I’d been nursing fell to the ground with a shatter, and I paid no attention to how people went silent. The beta that had been holding her turned to see who was causing the commotion, and when his eyes fell on me stalking towards him, they widened, and he released Maeve from his hold. He fled. Smart guy. Maeve tur

Maeve's POVI had to stand on the tip of my toes to get my hand behind Declan’s head, but the moment he realized what I was trying to do, his eyes widened, and he closed the rest of the gap between us. The kiss started as a light brush at first. His lips were soft against mine, and I took my time running mine against them, as if I was trying to commit the feeling to memory. I licked across his lips and pushed my tongue between them till he opened up for me. He tasted like whiskey and vanilla, and the combination of flavors gave me a heady feeling. Declan was still too cautious. He let me kiss him, but he wasn’t kissing me back. I wanted him to be a much more willing participant. I bit his lips, and he growled and hauled me closer to him. “The things you do to me omega,” he growled as he pulled my body flush against his and palmed my breast. My nipples were already tight little things, and I gave a pleasurable hiss as he pinched it. He kissed me like he was looking for air, a

Maeve's POVOlder omegas were nothing but lies. They spoke about knots like they were just things that locked you and your alpha together so he could knock you up. They were always so prudish about it, and God, I wished they’d told us the truth. I'd felt Declan shoot his seed inside me, and it had triggered a series of mini orgasms in my pussy, but when his knot locked us together, it was like I was on drugs. Even now, forty minutes later, his knot was still locking us together. We were lying in bed, and Declan had cuddled me to his body. I felt like my brain chemistry had been rewired. I was an omega, a person who was made to be bred and taken care of by an alpha, but until this moment, I didn’t understand what that meant. “You’re so perfect, my omega,” Declan murmured in my hair and I giggled. He'd been doing this for the past hour. Murmuring sweet nothings in my ears. I knew he was in rut, and with the way he was behaving, I was sure that this was his first time too. I f