Knot So Perfect Omega (Omega Match #1)
Maya Nicole
AUTHOR’S N OTE
Omega Match is an omegaverse reverse harem romance series of standalones. That means each of the main characters will have a happily ever after with three or more men. Recommended for readers 18+ for adult content and language.
Contemporary omegaverse has non-shifting alphas, betas, and omegas. Alphas have knots and omegas go through heats, but they do not turn into wolves.
CHAPTER ON E
Kayla
I propped my combat boots on the railing, looking out over the Alphaball field as the Killer Gnomes started their third and final round against the Monster Chickens. How could anyone take a game seriously when every other announcement was about chickens or gnomes?
I certainly couldn’t.
“And the Gnomes take down a Chicken in the first ten seconds with a tackle by Abbott! Perez tosses his ten to Thomas and… Perez takes the thirty! The Gnomes are headed to their hole with four balls! Can the Chickens stop them or are they going to let them get away with a quadruple homicide?!”
The crowd roared as the Killer Gnomes worked their way across the field toward their hole, all three of their weighted balls still in play, plus the one they’d stolen. They were obliterating the Monster Chickens, and this round was just for show since there was no way the Chickens could come back from the point deficit they had.
Alphaball was like if cornhole, football, and dodgeball had a baby. A very competitive and sexy baby. I never watched the sport, but maybe I needed to start.
It was set up in a tournament format, which had four teams to start, playing two separate games with three rounds or periods each game. The winners advanced to face off for first and second place, while the losers played a game for third and fourth. It was much like how the Olympics was set up with gameplay.
My twin sister, Kara, sat down next to me and scrunched her nose in disapproval as I lifted my elote to my mouth and took a bite out of the cob, dropping a glob of cheesy mayonnaise goodness on my light blue sweater.
I held out the Mexican street corn to her in offering, and she leaned away from it like it was the most disgusting thing she’d ever seen. “At least try it. You don’t know what you’re missing, sis.”
“It’s so messy.” She grabbed a napkin that was shoved in my cupholder and wiped at my sweater, making the situation worse. “We’re meeting the Killer Gnomes after their game. Don’t you want to be at your best?”
I took another bite and snatched the napkin from her, wiping the mess from my face. “Why would I want that? If alphas aren’t going to accept me with corn stuck in my teeth and a little mayo on my sweater, then I don’t want them. Besides, they named themselves Killer Gnomes, didn’t they? Major red flag.”
“You have to start taking this seriously. We’re only a few days away from matching, and I’m worried for you. You don’t want to end up at one of the omega compounds, do you?” She leaned forward in her seat, her attention now on the game that was unfolding below. “We have the open house tomorrow on campus that will bring out a lot of packs to meet us.”
With a sigh, I continued eating. I knew what was coming up, and it was making me full of unease.
On one hand, I couldn’t care less if a pack selected me as an omega, but it was in my nature to want a pack. My prospects were slim to none, while my twin was going to have enough packs vying for her to supply the entire class of omegas.
Over the past several months, the omegas in their final year at Elite Omega Academy had met with countless packs. We were supposedly the cream of the crop when it came to omegas, although I often felt out of place. I was definitely an omega, but the only reason I even attended EOA was because my sister had been accepted and our parents refused to send her unless we stayed together.
Kara was the perfect omega in every way; beautiful, intelligent, and proper. Any pack would be lucky to have her as theirs, and she had the added bonus of being the academy’s Omega of the Year for all four years we’d been in attendance.
It was unheard of.
Also unheard of was omega identical twins. But that mattered little when one was the black sheep. I was combat boots, while she was stilettos. She liked to use a knife and fork, while I preferred to eat off a stick or with my hands.
I’d spent my entire life being compared to her, and now that we were on the verge of graduating, I was glad the comparisons would stop. There were only so many times a woman could hear about how great her sister was before she wanted to sew her ears shut.
None of my shortcomings were her fault, though. She couldn’t help that she was omega to her very core, and I wasn’t.
The crowd roared and I put my feet down, leaning forward as the captain of the Killer Gnomes closed in on the goal, which was a hole just big enough to fit the weighted ball in a slanted metal surface.
My mouth hung open as Nazario ‘Rio’ Perez whizzed past the captain, Beckett Thomas, taking the thirty-pound ball worth three points and throwing it at the hole in a tremendous display of strength and agility. The ball went in, and the crowd went wild as they won the game thirty-four to fourteen.
Jerseys were ripped off and chests were bumped in a show that had the omegas around the suite whimpering and the other alphas on the field growling. Despite their ridiculous team name, the pack that made up the Killer Gnomes was the strongest in the league, and they were on their way to winning the championship if they kept playing like they did today.