Page 21 of Knot My Only Fan

Chapter 7

Lucas

I signed into my BetaFans account at ten o’clock and waited for her to sign in too. But it’s now past eleven, and her account is still untouched and hasn’t been for four days.

I should join the team for celebratory drinks and forget about the girl who’s inflaming something inside me. I’ve never met her in real life, or scented her—what the hell is wrong with me?

I grab my cell and send her a text.

ME: You need to talk to me.

I should walk away. I should let her go to a Heat Hotel. I don’t know why I can’t.

“Why the fuck is she not answering?”

I raise my cell. The urge to fling it against the wall is only beaten by the fact she might reply. But I know I can’t stay here in this hotel room and wait.

I need a strong drink.

After sending a quick message to Stanton to check the team is still drinking in the hotel bar, I grab my wallet and head to where the rest of the team are; the place Stanton promised there’s plenty of pussy.

When I walk into the bar, my teammates erupt with a chorus of cheers and applause that I made it for once.

Girls are everywhere, but nobody turns my head.

Typical of my teammates. Stanton has a blonde on his knee, and Jenson is simulating sex over the pool table at the far end of the room.

After getting a bourbon, I join the rest of the team and slide into a booth next to Colton, who is telling a story of why he abstains from alcohol after he crashed his car, hurting his girlfriend and brother while he walked away from it without a scratch.

Two brunettes walk our way. Smiling from me to Colton and then to my teammates around the table.

“Hey,” the girl on the right says. “Can we join you?”

No!

“Yeah,” Stanton says, smiling at me as he slides along the bench with the girl still hanging around his neck.

How many does he need?

He fucking annoys me so much. Sometimes I hate sharing a room with Stanton when we have away games. Worse still is sharing an apartment with the man. He’s such a fuck boy and likes nothing more than making girls scream.

He tilts his head to one side, a silent way of asking if I’m interested in sharing.

Stanton thinks the two of us are the same and he’s ready to start his pack. But I’m not his pack mate.

I shake my head and turn to Colton. “I’m surprised your girlfriend is still with you,” I say as the girls settle in the seats opposite.

“She’s been okay, but Carver hates me,” Colton responds, looking over at his brother, who is playing a game of pool with Jetson.

“Never noticed. You live together, don’t you?”

“He keeps it under wraps when we’re in company.” Colton nods. “I get it. He nearly lost his hockey career because of me.” His voice drops. I know Colton feels bad about what happened.

“You’ve got a girlfriend?” one girl opposite asks Colton, interrupting him. “Is she an omega?”

“Why does it matter?” I ask.

She tilts her head to one side as she stares at Colton. “Because he doesn’t look happy.”

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