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Knotless : Love me Knot (Part two), page 1
Knotless (part two)
Violet Fox
Copyright © [2023 Publication] by [Violet Fox]
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Contents
Foreword
Dedication
1. Renée
2. Jake
3. Renée
4. Renée
5. Henry
6. Renée
7. Ezra
8. Renée
9. Renée
10. Alexander
11. Renée
12. Renée
13. Renée
14. Henry
15. Renée
16. Renée
17. Renée
18. Alexander
19. Jake
20. Renée
21. Renée
22. Renée
23. Ezra
24. Renée
25. Renée
26. Henry
27. Renée
28. Renée
29. Renée
30. Renée
31. Renée
Afterword
About Author
Also By
Foreword
Knotless is a contemporary omegaverse that takes place in an alternate universe. The main character, Renée, is pretty broken and self-deprecating, so I implore you to give her a chance to evolve throughout the story. Some people are born with bounds of confidence, and others are not, and that’s okay. The world would be a boring place if we were all the same…
This series will be a duology, so two books in total.
While every effort has been made to remove errors and typos, some may still appear. Please kindly let me know via email klrymerauthor@outlook.com, and I can have them fixed. I am British, so some British spellings may have been missed, too.
And lastly, you will be assured to know that no animals are harmed in this story. The dog has a HEA and the cat. I should also note that great care should be taken when introducing a new pet into a home with preexisting pets, and proper research should be undertaken.
Part Two isn't quite as sweet as Part One. There is mention of gangs, drug use, and drug dealing, and one character openly smokes cannabis, and there is a triggering hospital scene and offscreen gun crime. There is also some online trolling and bullying too, implied abuse, and one female character makes false allegations about several male characters. There is a scene where the same character goads one of the male characters to use force on her, and that may be triggering to some readers.
The comic book convention (Comic-Con) depicted in this story is not based on any real show or event. All celeb characters are purely fictional too, and any real-life likenesses are merely coincidental.
Plus, there is a one-eyed cat, which may upset more sensitive readers. There is a male character who openly insults a female character about her looks, but bad things happen to him and he gets what he deserves. It is also mentioned that one character wears Botox, and one character is rather opposed to it, but I have no personal qualms myself about people who wear Botox.
There are steamy scenes, of course, and breeding kink and chase scenes, but it's all consensual.
Just be assured that all the bad things happen outside the pack. Renée's men are just as sweet to her as they were in the first book.
Thank you for reading.
To Dad…
Chapter 1
Renée
My interview starts in half an hour, so I send a quick text to Mr. Unknown.
Give it up. I know you don't have Chloé, moron.
Three dots appear as I await his reply. The police went to the address he gave, but it turned out to be a dead end. Chloé was not in sight, nor was Mr. Unknown.
Whoever they are, it appears they were just pulling my leg. A cruel trick to pull on a worried, grieving sister, but I have been on edge ever since.
Still, I procured the money that they asked for. I would give them my right leg if it so much as helped to get my little sister back.
My sister is fine. Well, as far as I can tell from the paparazzi. There have been reported sightings of Chloé and Paddy. From the blurry images online, she looks safe.
I just wish I could get through to her somehow. I don’t understand why she wouldn’t come to me. Is she in trouble? Why did she run off in the middle of the night?
It’s been nearly three weeks since she vanished. Dad has been messaging me constantly. He came home via private jet the instant news leaked about Chloé's disappearance, and to my relief, he didn’t blame me. In fact, he blamed himself.
The moment he arrived at the mansion, he swept me up in his arms and held me tight. Best of all, he promised to stay around. He put all his future business trips on hold for the sake of his daughters. We need him more than ever now.
He hired the best detectives in town to find Chloé, but she keeps on evading us. I hope nothing bad has happened to her.
I swear, if Paddy puts my sister in any danger, I will personally see to it that he has my boot shoved up in his ass, or worse... I will hang him by his feet.
Drax has kept me updated, but he hasn't heard from his lead vocalist since the night he went missing. He's the band's drummer, so he knows Paddy pretty well, but even Drax is clueless.
Maybe he doesn’t know the man as well as he thinks he does, or he is just remaining tight-lipped for the sake of his friend and bandmate.
I can’t blame him. Paddy is the face of Cosmic Urine. If the man ended up in jail, then the whole band would be finished.
The police have warned me not to interact with Mr. Unknown, but I don’t see what further harm it would do. They don’t know that he has continued to message me beyond the initial investigation, and I should really go to the police so they can track him down and lock him away for good.
The prick is still trying to get money from me. Since I’m too much of a smart mouth, I decide to play along with his schemes. It’s hilarious how desperate he's becoming.
Whoever he is, he must be one sad, lonely person. Someone with nothing else to lose.
The three dots are still there. It seems this guy is taking his sweet time replying to my message.
The police found Chloé’s phone at the address he gave, but no traces of DNA. Still, they will catch up with him. I have started to piece together the story in my head.
This Mr. Unknown must have found Chloé’s phone on the sidewalk, then proceeded to take up the identity of her kidnapper in exchange for money.
I’m not sure how many years he would get in prison, but he has led us all on a wild goose chase. He wasted precious police time. Also, he blackmailed me.
This guy’s life is over. Yet he still wants to humor me. He really is one of the most stupid people I have ever encountered.
Finally, he sends his message: Don’t be so sure of yourself, ugly sister... how do you know that Chloé wasn't a double? The one they’re all posting online.
Wait. Ugly sister? I feel an echoing sting from the insult, but it has less of an effect on me these days. Ever since I manifested, my opinion of myself has drastically changed. I still don’t think I am exactly God’s gift to men, but I would never go as far as to call myself ugly.
Lately, I have started to feel pretty good about myself. People want to take my pictures now. I am currently in hair & makeup, preparing for my first TV appearance with a well-known reporter.
In the end, I couldn’t hide from the press. So, I decided to embrace my newfound fame. It’s not so bad. I no longer have privacy, and sometimes, I wake up jumping in the middle of the night, feeling as if people are watching me through my window, but in all, it’s pretty damn great.
I finally get free stuff. I even have a PA.
Her name is Charlotte. She’s awesome, and the older sister I always dreamed of. I only hired her last week, and already she has adapted to the role.
She has a clipboard and pen in hand, listing all my public appearances over the next week. How is an introvert like me going to cope?
“And don’t forget, you have a photoshoot with Fountain Fashion at ten am Friday...”
Alex and his team have organized a photoshoot for my debut. I decided to go public with my Omega. Now the whole world is going to see me in a pretty white dress.
I’m a medical marvel. A newly awakened Omega at twenty-five years of age.
It’s my birthday in three months, so I am closer to twenty-five than twenty-four. If someone told me last year on my twenty-fourth birthday that I would be the oldest known Omega in history, would I have believed them?
I suppose most people would be embarrassed to awaken so late. But my story has inspired millions of women. I have shown that it is never too late. That there is no limit to where age is concerned to realize your dreams.
I would argue that twenty-five is still pretty young, but right now, I feel a hundred. Everyone is just making such a big deal about it all, making me feel like a freak.
I guess I have entered the period of my life where my pre-frontal cortex has fully formed or whatever.
“All right, Charlotte...” I reply, sending another text to Mr. Unknown.
The pack has tol
Mr. Unknown could be a deranged serial killer for all I know, but I have always lived life on a knife's edge...
Charlotte sighs, lowering her clipboard. “I told you to call me Charlie, Ms. Renée.”
I meet her disapproving dark eyes. Charlie's an attractive woman with big curly hair and an enviable dress sense, but I won't let her good looks or her sweet taste in fashion deceive me.
This woman will not take my crap. Still, I must correct her too. If we want this to work, then we have to be honest.
“And I told you to just call me Renée...”
Charlie raises a perfectly laminated eyebrow, and it looks as if we are at an impasse.
I return to my phone, swiping my thumb over my keypad as I finish up my text for Mr. Unknown. Unfortunately, Charlie yanks the device from my hand, putting her hand on her round hip.
It looks like she got the best of me after all.
“Hey!” I snap, trying to grab it from her manicured hand.
"Texting them won’t bring your sister back any faster, Renée.”
My heart sinks like a rock that's plummeting toward the bottom of the ocean next. Charlie only met me last week, but she can already read me like a book.
She's right. Texting Mr. Unknown was a distraction. Well, at first. But not so much now.
I have had this constant knot in my chest ever since she vanished that just won't let up. I have tried all kinds of breathing exercises, but none have worked so far.
I just want her back. I am worried sick. She may have been spotted a few times, but I can’t help feeling anxious. This is my sister we’re talking about. The ditzy blonde who can’t keep her eyes off her phone for two minutes.
Chloé has never been in the real world. She was three when Dad became a millionaire, and then ten when he reached billionaire status. How is she going to cope? I bet she is stressed.
Her French bulldog, Nugget, misses her. He won’t stop crying, and I have had to keep him by my side since she went AWOL. That's why my own bodyguard carries him around for me now.
Frank stands by my side, looking serious. He is Dad’s own personal hire. He insisted I had one wherever I go now, so I had no choice but to accept his wishes.
It’s just kind of spooky how I am becoming more and more like Chloé each passing day. Before, I ordered a drink with a swirly straw, and I have to stop this madness before it escalates further.
Marc thinks it's hilarious. In fact, in my sister’s absence, he has become my new personal shopper/stylist/closet cleaner.
What does a closet cleaner even do? Throw out old jeans? That’s what he certainly did with my closet.
He normally works at his mom’s company, but most days he can be found shopping for my new wardrobe. I didn’t even have a choice, but at least he picks dresses that suit my shape.
Charlie slips my phone into her designer boot-cut jeans. What a witch. What if one of the pack called?
“You’re up in two minutes, and remember to stay calm...” Charlie warns.
I blow a sigh from my cheeks, thinking about the press report that I did with Dad two days after Chloé vanished. I almost throat-punched one of the reporters. Me, quiet, unassuming Renée...
I have never been violent, but they said some shitty things about the family. They even brought up our mom, and that's when I lost it. They do it on purpose to incite a reaction. They want the drama.
Dad was not pleased with my behavior. That is not how a Laurent conducts themselves in front of the media.
“I know how to stay calm...”
Charlotte snorts, returning to her clipboard. I grit my teeth. It appears I am making quite a name for myself after that whole throat punching ordeal.
Just… no one talks shit about my family. I may have been the wallflower my whole life, but I will fight tooth and nail the moment people talk crap about my relatives.
Well, unless they were talking crap about Aunt Rose.
If I thought she hated me before, then she definitely hates me now. She looked as if she had shit under her nose the whole time my aunts congratulated me for my Omega. She’s the only beta out of five sisters, which I thought was the reason why she despised me. She saw herself in me.
But now that I'm an Omega, she hates me even more...
I just can’t win with that woman.
My hair stylist finishes fluffing up my hair, spraying a fair amount of spray to keep it all in place. I waft it away with my hand as it gets in my eyes.
Just as Charlie passes me a handkerchief to wipe my tears, someone shouts my name.
“You’re ready to go live, Ms. Laurent...”
Shit. At least I look good. The girl staring back at me from the mirror is not Renée. Or at least the Renée I knew all my life.
Charlie tosses me a pointed look. “Remember what I said?”
I smile through clenched teeth. “Just stay calm..."
She gives me the thumbs up, then follows me onset. There’s a camera crew surrounding a pair of comfy chairs like vultures, and my stomach turns when I see who will be interviewing me.
Ronnie Porter. He’s notorious and a sexist pig. He always asks inappropriate questions, especially to women. I still remember the interview he had with Vivienne just several weeks ago for her new movie. He asked about the underwear that she wore beneath her spandex, and she stormed offset.
I throw my hat off to her. I may not like her for what she did to Henry, but no woman should have to stand for that.
I've donned my suit of armor before I've even taken my seat. Bright lights cast a spotlight upon us both as I try to keep zen. I’ve had a lot of practice with misogynistic pigs lately. So I think I can handle the likes of Ronnie.
Mr. Unknown isn’t exactly a saint when we text.
Ronnie is an oily middle-aged man with a receding hairline, and I just know he’s the type who steals women’s underwear. My skin crawls whenever he looks at me with those beady, insect eyes. So I fix my gaze on the shiny spot of his head.
“It’s great to finally meet you, Ms. Laurent,” Ronnie sneers through his smirk, undressing me with his cockroach eyes.
He’s probably trying to imagine what color my panties are. For your information, they're pink with little pictures of cartoon watermelons.
“I have to say... you are way prettier than your sister,” Ronnie slurs, licking his lips, and is he drunk?
I laugh off his comment, giving the old hair flick. “Why, thank you, Ronald.”
So far, so good. Nothing too bad yet. He is known to be quite charming at first.
Ronnie’s eyes linger on my breasts and thank goodness none of my pack are here. Henry would have throttled him. He's at an audition today, and Jake had to run an errand. Alex is at the office, and Ezra has a photoshoot.
They know I have Charlie, so they don't feel the need to follow me everywhere. Alex was the one who hired her for me, so he knows I am in good hands.
Also, I have Frank too, and Nugget. Nugget will rip Ronnie’s balls off when he steps out of line.
This blouse of mine shows off a little cleavage. Ronnie stares and stares, and this is pure torture. I thought this was going to be easy, but there is just something off-putting about this man. He’s a creep.
“So, an Omega at last... How does it feel to finally be visible, Ms. Laurent?”
Oh, here we go. Again, I flick my hair, maintaining my decorum. “Well, I can no longer blend into walls if that’s where you're going with this, Ronald.”
The camera crew laughs at my retort. Charlie rolls her eyes. What can I say? I am more than just a pretty face.
Ronnie chuckles along with the camera crew, returning to his list of questions. I bet there isn’t even anything written there. It’s just for show.
“So, can we expect a fragrance from you anytime soon? One with the essence of your own Omega? I know I would wear it.”
“I’m sure you would...”
You can almost hear a pin drop. The entire set hushes at my response. Charlie bites her pen. She’s going to get ink in her mouth.
Ronnie stops, and it appears his brain short-circuits for a moment. He normally deals with bimbos, so he has no idea how to respond to a woman with a brain.
