Knot Without My Permission Omnibus

Grief is a funny thing... It breaks things, creates new friendships as you bond over whiskey and an Irish wake, and leads to new nicknames as you learn that the men your pack surrounds themselves with are inherently good ones with their own unique code.

I should know, because a piece of me I didn't realize I needed has been torn out of me. There's a hole where my alpha should be, despite how he treated me in life. My pack is fractured. They miss him, his MC is floundering without their president, and Wilder is stepping into a role he never thought he'd have to take.

Every hour reminds me of how his blood slid through my fingers, how I couldn't save him, and now the bond sickness is eating away at me. How can this be my life now?

Every day takes me further away from who I thought I was, molding me into someone stronger and harder.

Add in a soul match, and I'm ready to scream into the void, to see if anyone will hear me. Life is no picnic, and I wish I could command my alpha to not leave without my permission.

If only. If only. These words may constantly move through my mind as I walk through this new reality. I wish he was here, but I can't wish him back into existence, can I ?