Knot Without My Coffee

Everyone thinks I’m just some no-name Omega behind the counter, serving cappuccinos in a cramped little café that’s always overshadowed by the flashy new chains. No one expects me to have any bite—much less an appetite for three hard, possessive Alphas.

All I’ve ever wanted was a place to call my own, a small haven where the air smells like fresh-roasted beans and everyone feels welcome. But the world only sees my shy smiles and reclusive nature, dubbing me the “coffee mouse” who’s too timid to chase her own dreams. I thought I had to be polite, invisible, nice.

That was before I met them. One Alpha with a gaze so intense, I felt my knees buckle when he walked in for an afternoon espresso. Another with a smirk that turned my cheeks hot, his low voice promising there’s more to me than any glossy chain menu. And their third packmate, calm and measured, the kind of Alpha who sees past my anxious stammering and asks, What do you really want?

Now my life’s upside down. The press tries to paint me as the desperate Omega clinging to a doomed coffee shop—if only they knew how these Alphas hold me at night, bodies pressed around me until I’m dizzy with their combined scents. They bend me over the counter after closing, teaching me that I’m allowed to want pleasure, to moan as hands grip my hips and a knot locks us together in a slick, breathless frenzy.

But am I bold enough to step from the shadows, to claim them all in return? They promise they’ll share me—treasure me—regardless of local gossip or corporate threats. Sometimes I look in the mirror, see the flour dust on my apron, and Can I really have them, without losing myself?

One taste of their devotion, and I can barely form a word. Yes, they’re that addictive. And if I have to stand up to every critic and sneering competitor to keep my Alphas, I will. Because I’m done being the “coffee mouse.” I’m their Omega. And if the world won’t believe I can handle three Alphas, I’ll show them all the steamy, knotting truth.

Welcome to my café, where the beans are roasted hot… and the nights are even hotter.