Dog Knot Story Novels & Stories

“You knew he loved me, you knew he would do anything to save me, so you let him go first! Then you made sure you were the first person I saw when I woke up. You even erased my memory of him healing me!” All the ugly truths were laid bare. The report Rhys had thrown in my face flashed through my mind—Permanent Knot: Three Weeks. I lunged, grabbing Soren by the throat and slamming him against the wall. “The knot,” I snarled, my voice dropping to a deadly whisper. “Three weeks ago. I never intended to knot you. What. Did. You. Do?”

“And said ‘Thanks. That was adequate but I’ve got better things to do.’ Then he left.” “What do you mean he left?” I said, my tone eerily calm. If he had knotted Sutton, there would be no leaving. The knot was intended to lock a male into his mate. The lock could be avoided by pulling out soon enough but if he hadn’t done that, he would have ripped her apart. “I bled a lot,” she whispered. “The maid found me a few hours later. I… I nearly died that night.” I was practically shaking with the attempt to contain my rage. I had to push Rhonen so far back that he was nearly lost in my subconscious. The last thing Sutton needed was us going feral in our home again. This was about her.

His knot was growing. I’d never felt an Alpha’s knot. Zayle was giving me a whole plethora of firsts. An Alpha knot was something that seemed mythical. Fated mates didn’t always reach the level of bond for a knot to form unless it was within the heat of their mate. Even then, it wasn’t always guaranteed. It wasn’t needed to have pups but as an Omega it was something we dreamed to coax out of an Alpha.

he groans. I close my eyes, letting my walls clench, screaming out in complete extasy and he bites down onto my neck, marking me. I feel him vibrate inside me, letting his release go. I gasp as both our bodies settle, but he stays bugled inside me, leaving me confused. “I am knotting you,” he whispers, and my eyes widen. “But that means I could get pregnant…” “Yes,” he says, looking into my eyes. “ But you are my mate… the first person I have ever knotted.”

"Your dear fiancée tried to take out Donna." A muscle ticked spasmodically in Knox's tightly clenched jaw as molten rage pulsed through him, scorching everything in its path. He wanted to wrap his hands around Dorothy's slender throat and squeeze until he felt the treacherous life finally drain from her scheming, deceitful eyes. "Drive!" he ordered.