All Chapters of BREAK ME KNOT: An Omegaverse Quarterback Romance: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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IT IS A MISTAKE

Declan's POVTwo things happened at once; I felt the bond lock into place, and I tried to pry myself out of Maeve, but to no avail. Have you ever tried having a serious talk with your cock lodged into a woman? Yeah, me neither. But today was a lot of firsts. “What is that look on your face, Declan?” She said, and she writhed beneath me, but a moan escaped me, and I groaned. I needed this knot to be gone right now. I willed it to be gone, and it seems like God had some mercy to spare me because I began to deflate. But the look on Maeve’s face told me the damage was done, and I was feeling extra raw myself. I hadn’t been thinking goddamnit. I had bitten her in the heat of the moment because that was what my alpha wanted, and I didn’t have to willpower to fight it in the moment. The meat of her flesh on my mouth, the rush of blood as it seeped in my mouth, and the taste of her fucking skin and blood. It felt like biting her had given me a taste of everything that was Maeve, and

A CRACK IN THE BOND

Maeve's POV“This was a mistake.” I had two simple rules in life, and the first one was the most important; never let anyone get the upper hand on me. Yet here I stood in front of a man who broke down my defenses, claimed me and now wanted to cast me away. “Was it?” When I had gone to the bathroom, I’d felt his cum dripping down my leg and it had made me feel strange. A part of me, my omega was proud that we took our Alpha’s seed, but the other saner part of me was mad that I had let a near stranger have unprotected sex with me. This behavior was so unlike mine, and when I looked in the mirror, the girl put together from earlier was gone. I looked well fucked. My lips were swollen as the aftermath of the multiple kisses we had shared. There were little bite marks on my breasts and stomach, and there was the beginning of bruises forming on my hips from where Declan had grabbed me when he was fucking me. My omega preened inside me. Our alpha had marked us. It was a thing of j

IT BENDS AGAIN

Maeve's POVWhat woke me up was the feel of a heavy arm on my body. I was so used to waking up alone that it felt strange, and it took me a minute to remember where I was. To remember who was lying behind me. I froze and stood up from the bed. I felt Declan tense when my body had frozen, but if he wanted to play asleep, let him. I couldn’t find a care in me to give. I grabbed my phone and looked at the time. It was 5:37 am, which meant I had a good night's sleep regarding what happened. Nothing could get between me and my sleep. At least something was good about the night. I slid off the bed and sat on the edge as I put my shoes on. I was suddenly very happy that I had worn Nikes to the party. I couldn’t imagine having to trek across the campus in heels right now. After I put my shoes on, I turned to look at Declan one more time. I could feel the bond like an alive thing inside me that wanted to revolt as the thought of leaving him behind crossed my mind. But his words rang

THE LIE THAT TASTES LIKE ASH

Declan's POVI had not been asleep. I want to make that clear, at least to myself, because pretending otherwise felt like one dishonesty too many on a night that had already collected more than its fair share. I had been lying still and listening to the sound of her breathing change, and I had felt the exact moment she made her decision. The bond told me before she moved. A shift in the quality of it, like pressure dropping before a storm. Then she was up, and I kept my eyes shut, and I hated myself for it. I heard her find her shoes. The small sounds of her moving around the room in the dark, careful and quiet, like she was trying not to disturb me. Like she was being considerate. The irony of it sat on my chest like a weight. The door opened, and then it closed, and I opened my eyes. The room was still dark. It still smelled of her, and the side of the bed where she had been was already getting cold. I lay there and stared at the ceiling and waited for the relief to come. The

THE BODY DOESN'T LIE

Maeve's POVThe foundation I owned was not made for this. I had a good foundation, the expensive kind that came in a glass bottle and matched my undertone exactly and had never failed me in any situation I had needed it for. I had stood in front of the mirror for twenty minutes that morning, building it up layer by careful layer over the mark on my neck, and the result was passable. Barely. If nobody looked directly at me in decent lighting, I would probably get through the day without having to explain myself. It was fine. Everything was fine. I adjusted my collar and picked up my bag and went to class. Blackwood's campus in the early morning had a particular quality to it, all long light and dew on the grass and people who were either aggressively cheerful or still half asleep. I was neither. I was operating in a way that had nothing to do with how I actually felt, which was the way I had learned to move through the world from roughly the age of eight, when I figured out that

CONTROLLED DAMAGE

Declan's POVI hit the field at six forty-five, which was forty-five minutes before anyone else was expected, and I ran drills alone until the first of my teammates showed up and had the good sense to read the air before they got anywhere near me. Marcus was the first. He came through the gate with two coffees and stopped walking when he saw me, and I watched him do the calculation in real time. He was a smart man, Marcus. It was one of the things I valued most about him, that he processed information quickly and acted accordingly. Right now, acting accordingly meant he stood where he was and watched me run the drill again before he said anything. "Rough night?" he called. "I'm fine," I said. He nodded slowly, like he was filing the information away. He found a spot on the bench, set one coffee down where I could reach it, and left me alone. The others came in over the next half hour, in ones and twos, and each of them went through a version of the same process. Eyes on me, som

THE WEEKLY PERFORMANCE

Maeve's POVMy mother called every Sunday at noon, without exception. Noon, on the dot, as if the call had been scheduled by someone with a military background and strong opinions about the moral implications of unpunctuality. For as long as I can remember, the Sunday call had been a fixture of my life as reliable and unavoidable as tax season or the annual Collins Foundation gala. I was sitting on my bed with a case law textbook open in my lap when my phone lit up. The contact photo I had assigned to my mother was one I had taken at last year's Christmas, where she was standing in front of the window in the Connecticut house with the snow outside behind her, wearing cream cashmere, looking like an oil painting of a senator's wife. She had never asked me why I used that particular photo. I had never explained that I used it as a reminder, that I needed one sometimes. A reminder of what she was, so I could remember how to be around her. I let it ring once before I answered. "Hey

THE GHOST WITH SILVER HAIR

Declan's POVIt started slowly. That's what I told myself, anyway. That the first few attempts were reasonable, the kind of thing any person might do in the same situation, which was: bonded to someone whose last name they didn't know, on a campus of several thousand students, with a bond that could tell him she was close but not close enough to do anything about it. The first thing I did was ask Marcus. "Silver hair," I said, the morning after another party I left early. We were eating breakfast in the dining hall, and I kept my voice casual, like the question was an afterthought. "Omega. Freshman, I think. Did you see anyone like that last night?" Marcus looked at me over his coffee. "Silver hair." "Yeah." "Natural silver? Or dyed?" I thought about it. The way it had caught the light. The way it had looked against the pillow. "Natural, I think. It was the kind of color that didn't have an obvious base to it." He turned the thought over. "I saw maybe two or three girls with l

BLOOD AND MONEY

Declan's POVI almost didn't go back. That's the thing I kept coming back to afterward, in the way you picked at something that had already decided to scar. I had been on that path, and I had felt her ahead of me, and I had made the decision to pull back and give her the distance she had been maintaining for three weeks. It was the right call. I had felt good about it for forty minutes before my alpha started the argument again. I gave myself until after practice. Practice ended, and I showered, ate, and I went back to my room. I sat at my desk with the drawing in front of me and had the argument with myself one more time. She was building a life here. So was I. The bond had made its connection and was maintaining it whether we engaged with it or not, and nothing about approaching her on a public path in the middle of the afternoon was going to untangle the knot we'd made the first night. The right thing to do was leave her alone, so I picked up my phone and went back to the q

TACTICAL RETREAT

Maeve's POVI knew the moment he found out who I was. I was in the library when the bond went sharp with shock first, and then it grew into heat, and before I knew it, I was partially blinded by the rage Declan was feeling. It hit me so suddenly that I knocked my highlighter off the table and had to press my hand flat against my chest just to breathe through it. I sat there and waited for it to pass. It didn't pass quickly. The rage burned for a good few minutes, and then it shifted into something else that I liked even less. It settled. Got quiet and heavy in a way that felt final, like a door being closed from the other side. Resignation. I picked my highlighter up off the floor and looked at my textbook and thought about what the series of emotions meant. Shock, then fury, then resignation. Something had landed on him hard enough to produce all three in quick succession, and I didn't need three guesses for what it was. My name. My family. The full picture of exactly who I was

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