Knot on the Guest List

A Forbidden Fated Mates Omegaverse Reverse Harem Romance

De: Kara Kaminski

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

I check packs in.
I schedule heats.
I’m not supposed to be on the guest list.

At Naughty Knots, omegas are meant to be guests, not staff.

The retreat likes its employees safely neutral: betas at the front desk, betas in counseling, alpha security on strict suppressants. I’m the exception that proves the rule—a quiet little omega on mandatory blockers, tucked behind the reception desk with a polite smile.

My job is simple:

• Greet the arriving packs.
• Check them into their luxury suites.
• Keep my scent under control and my hands to myself.

Then they walk in.

Five alphas on a 25-day pack experience—laughing, loud, snow-dusted from the shuttle. One leans on my desk and calls me “darlin’.” Another’s gaze drags over me like a touch. Their scents hit the air and my blockers might as well be sugar pills.

Heat pricks under my skin.
My pulse spikes in that fated mates way we’re trained to ignore.
And every rule I signed on my employment contract starts to feel impossible.

Naughty Knots is very clear:

1. Staff don’t join packs.
2. Staff don’t enter guest suites.
3. Staff definitely don’t bond with paying clients.

My alphas—because that’s what my bones insist they are, mine—are here to play in scent bars, kink tasters, and heat-safe suites with properly enrolled omegas. I’m supposed to hand them towels and neutral smiles, then send them upstairs to someone else’s bed.

They have other plans.

They linger at the front desk just to breathe me in.
They “accidentally” get lost down service corridors that end at my tiny staff room.
One finds my discarded hoodie in the laundry and refuses to give it back.

The more Naughty Knots’ matching system tries to redirect them to appropriate partners, the more their attention snaps back to me. My nest starts smelling like them. Their teeth itch for my throat. My heat cycles refuse to stay on the facility-approved schedule.

If we get caught, I lose my job, my reference, and the only safe place I’ve ever had.

If we don’t act on this, I’ll watch my fated pack walk out of the lobby on Day 25 with someone else on their arms.

I’ve spent years checking other people into their perfect experiences, telling myself I’m not the kind of omega who gets a pack of her own.

Naughty Knots says I don’t belong on the guest list.
My scent—and my alphas—say the retreat’s rules were never written for us.

Knot on the Guest List is a high-heat forbidden fated mates omegaverse reverse harem romance set at the Naughty Knots retreat, starring an omega receptionist on suppressants, a visiting pack of possessive alphas, staff/guest rules begging to be broken, controlled heats, knotting, and a guaranteed HEA where the girl who runs the front desk finally gets checked into her own pack.