Page 56 of Knot My Only Fan

“Omegas need alphas. And Stanton is successful, gorgeous, and I know he’ll look after you.”

“No way... I don’t want an alpha to look after me. You’re an alpha. And more than anything, you know what Dad did. He left Mom... and us, in search of his scent match.” I pat my belly. “I’ve got to wait for this one to come along and then I can get an implant to tell my body I’m a beta. And then I’ll find a beta one day.” The words rush out. I take a breath. “Anyway, Stanton is not my type. I googled him and he’s a playboy. So friends is as far as it will go.”

“Because you can’t forget about the fucking alpha who ruined your life,” she hisses.

I breathe in and out, not wanting to cry. “He changed my life... not ruined it.”

She rolls her eyes to the ceiling and sighs. “Same thing.”

My voice is barely above a whisper as I say, “I want this baby.”

“Sorry,” she murmurs as her shoulders drop.

I shove my hands under the dryer, glad the noise is stopping her from pushing the idea of Stanton on me, or worse, trying to bring up Henry.

“I bet Stanton would give up his whoring life for you,” she says. “I can see he will by the way he looks at you.”

“Oh wow, I’m honored.” I press my hand on my heart. She doesn’t even realize how ridiculous the comment sounds.

“You’ll be hunted by a pack. Then you’ll realize the option you gave up.”

I frown, hating that she is trying to frighten me. “Were you waiting for the dryer to stop just so you could say that?”

Harlow smiles. “You need an alpha.”

“I don’t need an alpha or anyone. I’m happy to be single.”

“Grace...”

I hold up the palm of my hand to stop her from going any further. I don’t need another lecture about my life. The door to the restroom opens, and I give Harlow a warning look to stop talking about my life.

“I don’t know why I bother.”

Her words are only just out when I spin around and inhale. My eyes lock onto a girl with black hair and dark blue eyes. She smells like...

Is it possible a girl is my scent match?

No way. She looks like a beta, maybe an omega, but certainly not an alpha.

She smiles, but in an uncertain way. Probably because I’m staring at her like I know her.

Or perhaps the way a serial killer looks at his next victim.

“Grace, come on.” She glances at her cell. “Colton is wondering where I am. He and Stanton are in the ballroom. The auction is about to start.”

I forget about the girl’s scent as we dart out of the restroom, bypass the bar and down the corridor, where we rush into the enormous room. Colton stands and waves, letting us know where they are.

We make our way through the dimly lit room. Elegant, circular tables are positioned in front of a stage with steps leading up. On the stage, a man is working on his laptop and checking the screen behind him.

“This way.” Harlow leads me to the table where Colton is standing.

“You’re on the table next to us, but closer to the stage. I swapped the labels on my table so we are back to back and I can talk to you,” Harlow says as we head past the tables. I see Stanton on the round table nearest to the stage.

“Why am I closest to the stage?”

“Stanton is the captain and gets preferential treatment. Colton’s still a rookie.”

“I thought we’d be sitting together.”

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