I've been a kept Omega for longer than I can remember. My handler bought me from my parents when I presented at 10 years old because he likes his omegas young and innocent. Yes, it's just as bad as it sounds.

Now my life is pain and misery, but it's routine so it's manageable until my handler announces he's selling me at Auction. The hormone suppressants aren't working anymore, and I'm simply too old for him now. I'm shaking in my skin as I wait my turn to walk across the stage when I smell the most delicious scent.

Why is Fate such a bitch? Somewhere in the crowd of lewd, loud screaming men and women is my scent match.

My past is Knot my Sin, but I don't know what the future has in store for me.