Page 101 of Knot My Only Fan

He turns to me. “I need to talk to you. Preferably in private.”

“Why?” I muster up some courage against the overpowering presence of the man who Stanton has already warned me about.

“I need to talk to you about my son?”

I swallow. He knows.

How the hell does he know?

Maybe he doesn’t.

Act cool.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“We both know that isn’t true,” he says. His voice is warm. Dare I say kind after what Stanton told me about him.

“We’re not leaving her alone with you,” Bardot says, standing beside me. “If you have anything to say, you can say it while we’re here. And just so you know, she takes after Mom. Just because she’s an omega doesn’t make her weak.”

I smile and squeeze my sister’s hand.

“Yeah. She’s a badass.” Harlow stands at the other side of me. “She’s a businesswoman, and she doesn’t need an alpha. She doesn’t fall at the feet of high-powered men just because they say so.”

“I’m here in peace.” His shoulders drop a touch, making him look less intimidating. His nose twitches as he glances between us three sisters.

“You are?”

He nods. “I’m here to say sorry.” He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. He raises his hands, showing his palms in surrender. “I can hold my hands up and admit I made a mess of everything and I don’t want to lose my son.”

I chew my lip, nervously waiting.

“I don’t want to be the one who stands in the way of him finding his scent match. Not when I know how much he wants you.”

I suck back a breath, knowing Lucas must have told his father.

“And I know Lucas and Stanton want this baby,” he says. My heart pounds against my breastbone, knowing I’m so close to having my alphas… my pack.

I turn as the door creaks behind me and smile as my mother walks into the room.

Mom is still gorgeous. In her early forties with dark hair, styled in a shoulder-length bob and ocean blue colored eyes. The same as her twin girls.

She stops in mid-walk and locks eyes with Lucas’ father. “Who are you?”

“Senator Henry Hilton,” he says, holding out his hand.

“Why are you here?” Her eyes narrow as she stares at the Senator. “What’s going on?”

She swallows as she shakes his hand, but he doesn’t drop it immediately.

“You never told me why you’re here,” Mom says.

“I came to talk to Grace.” My eyes meet his. “To explain myself and that I’m the reason my son hurt her.”

“I still don’t understand why you would do that?” I say. Stanton told me that his father wasn’t a good man.

He glances at my mother again. “I’ve never seen him in so much pain and I need for once in my life to do something for my family and not myself.”

“He deserves everything he gets,” Bardot hisses. “Leaving her after her heat finished. Making it out that he wanted her.”

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