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Debut novel: Knot Interrupted.
Debut novel: Knot Interrupted.
💔🍼💔 The baby kicked when he heard the alpha’s voice.
And the omega—
who hadn’t cried in weeks—
started lactating.
And the omega—
who hadn’t cried in weeks—
started lactating.
August 9, 2025 at 5:57 AM
💔🍼💔 The baby kicked when he heard the alpha’s voice.
And the omega—
who hadn’t cried in weeks—
started lactating.
And the omega—
who hadn’t cried in weeks—
started lactating.
💔🍼💔 He still sleeps on the porch.
Even when it rains.
Says he wants to stay close to the scent.
The pack won't let him inside,
and the omega won’t open the door.
Even when it rains.
Says he wants to stay close to the scent.
The pack won't let him inside,
and the omega won’t open the door.
August 9, 2025 at 5:57 AM
💔🍼💔 He still sleeps on the porch.
Even when it rains.
Says he wants to stay close to the scent.
The pack won't let him inside,
and the omega won’t open the door.
Even when it rains.
Says he wants to stay close to the scent.
The pack won't let him inside,
and the omega won’t open the door.
I opened the door.
He was already gone.
But he’d left a second hoodie.
For the pup, maybe.
Or maybe for me.
I put it on anyway.
It still fit.
He was already gone.
But he’d left a second hoodie.
For the pup, maybe.
Or maybe for me.
I put it on anyway.
It still fit.
August 9, 2025 at 5:09 AM
I opened the door.
He was already gone.
But he’d left a second hoodie.
For the pup, maybe.
Or maybe for me.
I put it on anyway.
It still fit.
He was already gone.
But he’d left a second hoodie.
For the pup, maybe.
Or maybe for me.
I put it on anyway.
It still fit.
I asked the beta midwife if scent bonds can reattach.
She didn’t answer.
Just looked at my chest—
wet with milk
before I even fed the pup.
She didn’t answer.
Just looked at my chest—
wet with milk
before I even fed the pup.
August 9, 2025 at 5:09 AM
I asked the beta midwife if scent bonds can reattach.
She didn’t answer.
Just looked at my chest—
wet with milk
before I even fed the pup.
She didn’t answer.
Just looked at my chest—
wet with milk
before I even fed the pup.
I brought it into the nest.
Not for me.
For the pup.
But when I woke up,
I was holding it
closer than the baby.
Not for me.
For the pup.
But when I woke up,
I was holding it
closer than the baby.
August 9, 2025 at 5:08 AM
I brought it into the nest.
Not for me.
For the pup.
But when I woke up,
I was holding it
closer than the baby.
Not for me.
For the pup.
But when I woke up,
I was holding it
closer than the baby.
He left something at the threshold.
Not flowers.
Not gifts.
Just a piece of his old hoodie.
Still warm.
Still him.
Not flowers.
Not gifts.
Just a piece of his old hoodie.
Still warm.
Still him.
August 9, 2025 at 5:08 AM
He left something at the threshold.
Not flowers.
Not gifts.
Just a piece of his old hoodie.
Still warm.
Still him.
Not flowers.
Not gifts.
Just a piece of his old hoodie.
Still warm.
Still him.
The pup crawled to the door.
Pressed his tiny hand to the wood.
And laughed.
I don’t know what he smelled.
But I smelled bond.
Pressed his tiny hand to the wood.
And laughed.
I don’t know what he smelled.
But I smelled bond.
August 9, 2025 at 5:07 AM
The pup crawled to the door.
Pressed his tiny hand to the wood.
And laughed.
I don’t know what he smelled.
But I smelled bond.
Pressed his tiny hand to the wood.
And laughed.
I don’t know what he smelled.
But I smelled bond.
The pup crawled to the door.
Pressed his tiny hand to the wood.
And laughed.
I don’t know what he smelled.
But I smelled bond.
Pressed his tiny hand to the wood.
And laughed.
I don’t know what he smelled.
But I smelled bond.
August 9, 2025 at 5:05 AM
The pup crawled to the door.
Pressed his tiny hand to the wood.
And laughed.
I don’t know what he smelled.
But I smelled bond.
Pressed his tiny hand to the wood.
And laughed.
I don’t know what he smelled.
But I smelled bond.
In the morning,
he was gone.
But the pup smelled like
nesting instincts
and heartbreak.
he was gone.
But the pup smelled like
nesting instincts
and heartbreak.
August 9, 2025 at 4:09 AM
In the morning,
he was gone.
But the pup smelled like
nesting instincts
and heartbreak.
he was gone.
But the pup smelled like
nesting instincts
and heartbreak.
The pup reached for him in his sleep.
Little fingers closing around nothing.
The alpha stayed outside the den that night.
Breathing like a feral animal.
Little fingers closing around nothing.
The alpha stayed outside the den that night.
Breathing like a feral animal.
August 9, 2025 at 4:09 AM
The pup reached for him in his sleep.
Little fingers closing around nothing.
The alpha stayed outside the den that night.
Breathing like a feral animal.
Little fingers closing around nothing.
The alpha stayed outside the den that night.
Breathing like a feral animal.
He asked to hold him.
I said no.
He said, “Please.”
I said, “You held someone else while I bled.”
I said no.
He said, “Please.”
I said, “You held someone else while I bled.”
August 9, 2025 at 4:08 AM
He asked to hold him.
I said no.
He said, “Please.”
I said, “You held someone else while I bled.”
I said no.
He said, “Please.”
I said, “You held someone else while I bled.”
He cried.
Not because I forgave him.
Because the pup smelled like him.
And not like his mate…
Not because I forgave him.
Because the pup smelled like him.
And not like his mate…
August 9, 2025 at 4:07 AM
He cried.
Not because I forgave him.
Because the pup smelled like him.
And not like his mate…
Not because I forgave him.
Because the pup smelled like him.
And not like his mate…