Knot All is Whole: A Lunarcrest City Omegaverse, page 1
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CONTENTS
About the Omegaverse
For Your Consideration
A Brief Refresher
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Epilogue
About the Author
Afterword
Acknowledgments
Also by Holly Monroe
ABOUT THE OMEGAVERSE
Welcome back to Lunarcrest City! If you’re new to my Lunarcrest world, welcome to the Omegaverse! If this isn’t your first rodeo, you can skip this, though new aspects to the Lunarcrest Omegaverse are mentioned below.
If you found me through the Cirque de Mordu Omegaverse, please be aware that there are significant differences between the two worlds, so make sure you read this!
Omegaverse, sometimes referred to as A/B/O, is a modern alternative universe that operates on principles commonly associated with wolves. The social structure includes Alphas, Betas, and Omegas, but none of the characters are shifters. The Lunarcrest Omegaverse operates slightly differently from other A/B/O universes, but the core principles remain the same.
Alphas are considered to be at the top of the food chain. They have possessive characteristics and strong personalities and are, on average, physically larger than the other designations. Male Alphas have a knot at the base of their penis, which inflates after sex to 'lock' the Alphas into their partner until it deflates. This aspect of anatomy is the main difference between an Alpha and a Beta. Female Alphas have a lock that can clamp down on and lock a male Omega’s penis inside them. Alphas form packs through a draw to one another, described as feeling like “the human version of deja vu.” This serves as a means to share the responsibility of caring for an Omega and sometimes develops into an almost familial relationship, similar to that of a fraternity. Alphas can add an Omega to their pack through a bite that breaks the skin, forming a magical connection between them where they can experience the feelings and moods of their bitten partner – if the Omega bites them back.
Betas are the 'normal people' of A/B/O universes. They have no differences from standard humans. In the Lunarcrest Omegaverse, Betas are not considered pack members due to their inability to form a pack connection through an Alpha's bite.
Omegas are generally regarded as the more submissive designation. They can receive an Alpha’s knot or lock and undergo a heat cycle roughly four times a year, depending on suppressant use. An Omega's heat is a period when they are exceptionally fertile and have an increased sex drive. During heat, an Omega falls into a haze that affects their ability to take care of themselves, and they rely on the assistance of their pack to help meet their needs and remain healthy. An Omega must bite an Alpha back to complete the pack bonding - otherwise, the bond can become blighted. Male Omegas can get pregnant in the Lunarcrest Omegaverse.
In the Lunarcrest Omegaverse, you'll find differences regarding scenting from other A/B/O universes. Scents are associated with pheromones, and exposure to those pheromones is what satisfies an Omega during a heat.
Because they do not have A/O pheromones, Betas do not have a defined scent. They function as we do in our human universe. Alphas and Omegas will either smell good or bad to everyone who is not a scent match. There is no complex scent with anyone other than their scent matches. When someone finds their match, their scent will smell like something that evokes a sense of home or nostalgia for their partner. This means that everyone smells differently to everyone else. For example, all Omegas smell differently to each of their Alphas. Because of the complex nature of scenting within the Lunarcrest Omegaverse, there is no Omega perfume.
I hope you enjoy your journey into the Omegaverse!
FOR YOUR CONSIDERATION
Knot All is Whole is an MMMMFM Omegaverse with sci-fi elements set in the Lunarcrest City Omegaverse. While these books are interconnected standalones, Athena and Atlas’s story follows immediately after the conclusion of Knot All is Crystal. There are major spoilers for Crystal’s story, with a significant number of crossover characters.
This book takes place five years after the ending of Knot All is Forgiven.
In Knot All is Whole, two Betas are taken captive and altered in ways thought impossible in prior books within the series. The medical and genetic details mentioned through their story draw from real-world science, but what happens here belongs firmly to fiction. Procedures, treatments, and terminology are adjusted to fit within the world of Lunarcrest, rather than pure scientific fact. As you read, please keep in mind that I have bent the science to the story, not the other way around.
Several of the elements below may be upsetting for some readers, so please review them carefully before proceeding. If you discover anything that needs to be added while reading this book, please email me at authorhollymonroe@gmail.com.
Your mental health matters.
Kidnapping
Imprisonment
Death of a minor character
Mentions of human trafficking
Forced heats
Unintentional bonding
Genetic experimentation
Designation discrimination
Implied homophobia
Medical treatments
Explicit language and sexual content
Infertility
Death of an adult child
A BRIEF REFRESHER
OF THE LUNARCREST CITY OMEGAVERSE
Knot All is Perfect:
Nora Summers is the poster child of the Design Clinic, which was created to engineer embryos using the genetic material of the intended parents, in the hopes of influencing the designation of the child. Nora’s story serves as an example of the dangers of overdesign and how the process can be exploited for nefarious purposes. As a result of everything Nora goes through, legislation is introduced to limit the amount of design that can be done on a child.
Knot All is Forgiven:
Jordan Cross presents as an Omega at thirty-two years old, and her Alpha, Dr. Icarus Valentine (now Knight), discovers a gene that some Betas have that suppresses their presentation as an Omega until they are exposed to their scent matches. Jordan’s sister-in-law, Athena, shares her history of being the second choice for packs as a Beta and desires to have an Omega of her own. At the end of the book, Icarus initiates a research study to discover a method for activating this Omega gene in individuals who wish to do so.
Knot All is Crystal:
Crystal Manson works for Kieran Cobb, the overlord of the Conglomorate, Lunarcrest City’s most notorious organized crime group. He forces Crystal to bond with him every three months, and has her dealing Fizz, a heat-inducing drug that is sold in his nightclub, Prism. To free Crystal from Prism, she works with the Alphas of Pack Lupine and a friend of hers, Atlas Cassidy, to take down the Conglomerate from the inside. Atlas, posing as a male Omega, hopes that by embedding himself in the trafficking division of the Conglomerate, he can rescue the Omegas held prisoner there.
While Kieran Cobb is removed from power, Crystal discovers that her friend and an Alpha who helped her through her heat, Tyler, was behind the trafficking ring all along. He gets away, and it is revealed that he abducts Atlas, his ex-boyfriend.
This is where Atlas and Athena’s story begins.
To Nora, Jordan, Crystal, Atlas, and Athena, I want to say I love you and I am sorry (but not that sorry) for the things I put you through.
For the people who like a little pain with their pleasure, and think that a happily ever after isn’t worth it if you don’t cry a little first.
It’s not just a little. Whoops.
ONE
I slam my car door and scream at the top of my lungs.
The hot air presses upon me like a living creature, and I soak it in, letting it chase away the chill that rattles my bones.
I scream again.
A woman passing by in the parking lot looks at me through the window like I’ve lost my damn mind, and maybe I have.
Maybe I never had a mind to begin with.
I must not have, because I did it again.
After everything I went through, after all of the struggles, I did it again.
I met a guy—an Alpha. He was cute, sweet, and kind, and then he told me he had a pack.
A pack without an Omega.
So I bowed out. I removed myself from the situation.
The scar on my chest aches, and I rub it absentmindedly. It’s flattened a little over the years, but there is still some puckering that will never go away.
I wear my stupidity on my chest every day.
I thought I had learned my lesson, so I broke up with that Alpha. I knew better than to get involved with an Omegaless pack.
Except he kept calling.
And calling.
And calling.
And I caved. I let my loneliness win and I fucking answered.
I answered.
Why did I do that?
My brother, Icarus, would say I seek unavailable love because I know I’m not ready for a serious relationship. He’d probably try to cite some obscure study as a source, and then I’d tune him out.
But I guess he’s right, because I answered the call, and then I went back out with him, because I’m an idiot, and I thought maybe, just maybe, things would be different this time.
Why would I think they would be?
I brought him as a date to my nephew’s birthday party, and he scent matched with an Omega at the Goddamn party!
Over cake and candles, he met his forever, and I was left with frosting and egg on my face.
Icarus has been calling and apologizing profusely, saying he had no idea it would happen, and, of course, logically, I know he didn’t. How was he to know that his one single Omega friend would find his Alpha in my date? It would make no sense to be mad at my brother for that.
I’m not mad at him.
But I am mad at him.
He’s got this perfect pack and beautiful family, and I bring someone I liked to meet him, and then one of his friends ends up being my date’s scent match?
Lady Luck must only be into dudes or something because she never gives me her kiss.
I’m not mad at my brother, not really, but he is under the impression we’re fighting.
Probably because I won’t answer his calls, and the last time I did, I screamed at him to leave me alone and go back to his perfect fucking life with his perfect fucking pack and his perfect fucking job, and fuck, he is perfect.
Perfect.
I’ve spent my whole life living in the shadow of Dr. Icarus Knight, and I love my brother so much, but it is exhausting. I’m sure he’d say the same thing about me. I haven’t always been the most reliable person, and he’s had to bail me out of shitty situations more times than I can count. It’s only recently that I’ve gotten my act together, I know that.
So we’re not not fighting.
I need one more scream.
One more chance to let out this anger, and then I’ll get out of the car.
I made several spa appointments to take my mind off everything, but there is a wait between my massage and pedicure. It appears the massage did not relax me like I thought it would, because I’m screaming in my shitty car.
Again.
In my defense, the wound of losing another Alpha is still fresh. It makes my scar ache with phantom pain, and my stomach turn. It was only three days ago.
One.
Two.
Three.
Three days ago, I was violently shoved back into the body of the girl who cried outside the apartment of the pack that threw her out.
The girl I want so desperately to leave behind, but can’t, because I see her every time I look in the mirror. No matter how much I grow, how much I change, I am still the twenty-two-year-old girl with a gash in her chest, lying on an emergency room bed, waiting for a pack that will never come.
I gave myself those three days to wallow, and now I’m out in the world, putting on a good face, and pampering myself so I can feel like a new person. Like the Athena who got dumped for an Omega a second time no longer exists.
The clock on my phone says I’ve got fifteen minutes until my appointment, but I’m done waiting out here. Maybe they have some wine I can drink before my appointment. The fancy places do that, right?
Wine sounds good right about now.
I climb out of the car and lock it, shoving my keys in my slightly too small purse. I should get a bigger one, but I like having a cross-body bag since they’re harder to steal, and a bigger one wouldn’t fit against my hip the way I want it to.
The sun is setting, painting the sky in pinks and oranges. I lean my shoulder against my car, tilting my head back to admire its beauty.
This isn’t the end. The sun may be setting, but it will rise again.
I’ve been through worse than this. I can handle this, and if I can’t, then I can take a lot of meds, drink my weight in wine, and numb the pain.
I’m staring at the sunset, trying to get out of my spiral of self-pity, when an arm bands around my throat, and a cloth is shoved over my face. As I try to maintain consciousness, all I can think about is the time Icarus told me that mixing bleach and rubbing alcohol can form chloroform, and I need to be careful and ensure I never use them together while cleaning.
At least my purse isn’t going anywhere.
My body aches, and there’s a piece of cotton with tape over it hastily applied to the crook of my arm. My mouth feels like it’s stuffed with cotton balls, and my head is pounding as if I just got off a bender. The ground beneath me is cold, and I’m wearing a medical gown.
What the fuck happened to me?
How did I get here?
The last thing I remember is screaming into the void of my car.
“Hey, what’s your name?” a melodic voice whispers. When I look up, I see a pretty Black woman with dark pink lips and natural hair that’s kept short against her head. She’s dirty, wearing a hospital gown like mine, but so beautiful my heart almost stops. I gape at her, unable to accept that someone so lovely is in a place like this.
“What’s your name, sweetie?” she asks again.
“Athena,” I whisper, scooting closer to her. Well, as close as I can get since, apparently, we’re both in cages. “Where are we?”
She adjusts her long legs, which are cramped in the small space, and as she watches me, she reclines against its side. “I’ve been trying to figure that out since I got here over a week ago. You’ve been out for a few hours.”
Acid rises in my throat. “What did they do to me?” I whisper. I’m almost afraid to hear the answer.
“Well, by the time you got here, you were in that gown and knocked out, so I guess they took you to the lab and took some blood from you. They take a lot of blood.” She has a slight lisp, and it’s charming. If we were at a bar, I’d be buying her drinks and flirting awkwardly.
But this is not a bar unless it’s in hell, like my standards for men apparently are.
“Why do they want my blood?”
She raises a perfectly manicured eyebrow at me. “Why do men want anything? Control, power, sex. I’m sure it’s one of those three. It always is.” Her eyes drift closed. “We’re nothing but a science experiment to them.”
Fear coils in my belly, and I pull my knees to my chest. I don’t want to be here. I’m not supposed to be here. I was going to get a pedicure.
