Knot mine

Corretta

"Alright that's it for today. Don't forget your training schedules are due tomorrow. I expect them all to be turned in on time." Dr. Denver said, looking us all in the eyes. I could see some of the students' eyes widen in panic while others just rolled their eyes. I had finished that assignment early and already submitted it.

"Shit I forgot." Alex said under her breath. I giggled at her words. She glared at me. Alex and I met during our first year on campus. She'd often stopped by the bar I worked at and we quickly became friends.

"Hush you, I was busy okay." She explained and I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah busy with Ben." I said playfully as I put my laptop away. I couldn't spend too long talking to Alex or I'd be late for dance practice.

"Whatever, you're just jealous that I'm not spending as much time with you." She joked, bumping me slightly with her body. I rolled my eyes at her words.

"As if. I'm enjoying the silence." I said, getting up to walk out of the class room.

"Whatever you say bitch. I know you miss me." She declared as she kept pace with me. She and I laughed as we exited the classroom.

"Look who it is. Still wearing a shit load of glitter and black I see." A familiar voice snarled. Alex and I looked over to see Kyle leaning against a wall staring at us.

"Fuck off Kyle your just mad Corretta dumped your ass." Alex snarled while giving her middle finger. She knew all about Kyle's and I's relationship and eventually break up.

"What do you want Kyle?" I asked with a frown. His glare deepened while he smirked.

"Don't have nothing to do with you. I'm just waiting for my girl. You know she'll actually let me have sex with her whenever I want." He boasted. A shot of hurt pierced my heart at his words.

"You're a prick, you know that. Come let's go Corretta." Alex said with a glare. She grabbed my hand and pulled me away from the memories and bad choices.

"His words don't mean shit you know right?" Alex said once we were out of earshot. She was right. I knew she was right, but the world kept telling me differently.

" I know." I lied. I didn't want to get into this conversation and especially got into my feelings while we were outside on the college campus.

"Good I'll beat your ass if you think differently." She declared and I swallowed the hurt I felt and rolled my eyes.

"Whatever." I said playfully. She glared back at me. We parted ways soon after and I headed to the studio. It was still early sonMary wouldn't be here anytime soon. To pass the time, I decided to practice my old routine and work on some of the basics. I practiced in many different ballroom styles from tango to the waltz, but I have always loved doing quickstep the most. The pace and rhythm made me feel as though I'm flying away from all my fears and worries. It was the perfect time and exercise to sort through my emotions or recall past memories, better times.

That afternoon was hot and sunny. I hated days like those. My sweat would make my make up run and the heat would add to my already sour mood. Today was special however, it was the last day I would see Fox. It was also a particular bad.

I sat next to Fox on the edge of a river near the outskirts of our town. It was a place the richer folks hated going to because it smelt like algae and swamp. Fox was older than me by a month. His hair was dirty blonde and shoulder length, though he kept it in a ponytail most of the time. His ash grey eyes watched the stone he tossed sink into the water.

"Your parents say something again?" He asked as I leaned against him.

"How'd you guess?" I asked as I watched him throw another stone.

"Your scent smells spicy and kind of rotten. It always smells like that when you talk with them." He explained. I let out a large sigh. "Wanna talk about it?" He asks when I stayed quiet.

"She was talking about my clothes again. She hates that I wear black. She wants me to look like a normal girl. Dress in flower patterned skirts and dresses. Like what the hell? I'm not like that. I don't want to dress in those stupid bright colors all the time." I babble out. The irritation hitting me again.

"At least she didn't comment about your sexuality again." He commented. I cringed at the memory. I figured my mom wouldn't be too upset that I identified as asexual. She wasn't mad or upset at first. She actually supported me through it. It wasn't until I presented as an omega. That's when her attitude changed. She started forcing me into skimpier or modest clothes depending on the pack she tried to set me up with. She'd go on and on about the fact a good omega satisfies her alphas in all ways possible. Everytime she talked about it I wanted to hurl.

"At least it wasn't that." I agreed.

"Corretta, Corretta, Corretta!" Mary's voice caught my attention.

"Yes, sorry. What did you say?" I asked. Mary was tall for a beta and she practically made me a dwarf as she stood in front of me. We had just finished dancing practice when she made me stay longer for an announcement. I had a feeling it was to let me know who my new dancing partner would be. Todd, my last partner, graduated college and moved to another state leaving me partnerless. Ballroom dancing required a partner in order to participate in any competitions. I would one soon too if I wanted to participate in the next competition.

" I said your new partner should be arriving any minute now, so you might want to get up off the floor." She repeated. I rolled my eyes at her comment. She reminded me of my mother with the way she always wanted me to be prim and proper. At least she didn't degrade me for my sexuality. Not wanting to aggravate Mary today I decided to do as she said and stand up. The act was harder than I thought since my legs felt like jelly from practice. As I dusted off my bottoms there was a knock on the studio door and then the telltale sign of a creaking door opening.

I looked up to see an oddly familiar face. The same ash grey eyes and dirty blonde hair that was much shorter now looked at me. He was much taller than me now, but he still had the same face and smile.

"Fox is that you?" I asked not taking my eyes off the man. I looked him up and down. He had the same style as he did in highschool. The loose pants and t-shirt still looked good on the guy. He opened his arms out with a large smile on his face.

"The one and only." He said. Before I had a chance to think about my actions I launched myself into his arms. I felt his arms wrapped around me. I tried to breathe in his telltale scent of honey and pecans, but instead there was something else. Pine, berries, Patchouli, and vanilla blinded my noses in a delightfully intoxicating mixture. My mouth water, but I focused on sniffing the man again.

"Why do you smell weird?" I asked pulling back. His face blushed a bright red. I looked at him confused.

"That would be because of us." An unfamiliar voice said from behind us. He was taller than both Fox and I. The man had an mature aura around him mostly due to the fact he wore a fitted cardigan and glasses. His skin was a tan brown indicating asian descent especially with short ebony black hair. I looked from him to Fox and for the first time I noticed two bonding bites on his neck.

"That's Lynn and I'm TK." Another voice said. This man was shorter than the other, but he had a most more domineering air to him. His hair was blonder than Fox's and definitely shorter. Instead of ash grey eyes, this man was a crystal blue color. He reminded me of a biker with a leather jacket and ripped jeans.

Like tidal waver there scents hit me. They were much stronger than want I smelled from Fox and I knew instantly who they were. Scent matches. My heart dropped into a deep pit where it was impossible for anyone to get it back. Fox had found my scent matches, but they weren't mine, but Fox's. They didn't wait for me.

It was probably for the better. My heart twisted in my chest, but I repeated that phrase. It was for the better. What pack would want someone like me? I like wearing black and glitter. I'd be an embarrassment to have around. I couldn't satisfy them, but fox, fox could. He would be the best omega for this pair. I would in time be happy for them.

"Oh you found a pack! Lucky you!" I laughed off the hurt and pain. Fox's somehow got even redder and happier.

"I did, we met right before I came to this college. It was a stroke of luck that they managed to find me before I left." He laughed off. When we were younger Fox's parents had to move for more work opportunities. We wouldn't have been able to stay in contact, but my mom kept me on strict rules. Fox and I managed to talk through letters in the mail, but over time we had less time to do so and eventually we stopped all together.

"That's great. I'm so happy for you." I managed to say with mock happiness. The longer I was in this room with all three of them, the more I wanted to try. I needed to get out of here and fast. " I'd love to talk more, but I have somewhere to be. Let's catch up another time, yeah?" I asked, taking a step to widen the distance between me and Fox's pack. I wanted to run into their arms and scent mark all over them. Fox's face dropped at my words.

"Are you sure you don't have time? I mean I want to catch up. We could just grab a light dinner or something." Fox urged. I felt bad. I didn't actually have anything going on, but I couldn't deal with this, not today.

"Once again I'm really sorry." I say as I picked up my bag. I walked over to Fox and pecked him lightly on the cheek before running out of there like a coward. I ran all the way home like a coward.

I took a quick shower to rinse off and settle my nerves before popping open a beer and chugging it. I then opened another one and another one till I started to forget what happened today. When I woke up the next morning, I had a killer hangover, a destroyed nest, and a message from my mother.

There's a pack I want you to meet. -mother

I already hate today. I picked myself up from the tattered blankets and pillows I ripped apart last night. It would cost money. I don't have to fix all the damage I did to them. I could see a lot of sewing in my future. Instead I decided to focus on something I could change. I picked up my phone and called my mother. She answered at the first ring.

"Hello?" She said in her typically sweet voice.

"Mother, I told you I wasn't going to go on these blind dates anymore!" I yelled out. Angry from her not listening and my hangover.

"I told you not to answer the phone like that." She said, I rolled my eyes at her even though she couldn't see it.

"Listen to me, I'm not doing it. They never work out." I argued. I was sick and tired of her trying to match me up with wealthy packs. Just because they were blue bloods doesn't mean I have to be forced into a match I didn't like.

"Yes, you will! The Willsworth pack is a very well bred pack. If those boys take a liking to you, your father could partner with their company. Besides, if you don't go then we won't pay for your rent anymore" She explained. Her harsh tone finally coming out. I groaned at the thought. After finding my scent matches, the desire to go to these 'dates' was even less appealing, but I didn't have the money to pay for this place. My bartending job barely covered my heat eliminator pills and food let allow rent.

"Did you even tell them that I'm asexual." I asked. I already knew the answer. SHe huffed in annoyance.

"Honestly, when are you going to stop saying that? A good omega needs to be able to satisfy all her pack's needs. That includes sex too. You need to get over it." she protested. Every word of hers hit like a train. I didn't ask to be this way. If only she knew how much I tried to 'fix myself'. Maybe... In the end it was a good thing Fox was with my scent matches, at least they wouldn't be unhappy with an omega like me.

"Fine, I'll go." I said, giving up on arguing with her. My mother hung up shortly after saying she would text me the details. I tried not to dwell on it as I got ready for school.