Page 83 of Knot My Only Fan

I smile and click to view.

The smile I plastered on my face disappears the moment I see Lucas’ face.

“How did you know? I blocked you.”

“New account. New number and a cheap app that messages me when you’re online.” He gnaws on his lips for a moment before he says, “I need your bank account details. I’ll make a transfer to you every week, so you don’t do this.”

“It’s not your choice,” I hiss.

“Please!”

“Don’t please me. This is what I need to do to...”

“To do what?”

“Nothing.” I sigh. “Why are you following me?”

“You’re having my baby.”

I push my fingers against my temple. “I’m sorry. I was wearing a birth control patch and it must have rubbed off.”

“It’s fine,” he mumbles.

“It isn’t.” I shake my head. “I should’ve made you wear condoms. I only put the patch on that day. It was probably not effective, anyway.”

“Grace...” My eyes flick to his. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too.” A sob sticks in my throat as he looks at me. “I thought you wanted me,” I blurt out. “I thought we were going to wake up together. And I’m sorry I’m pregnant, but you don’t have to look after me.”

“I’m not sorry for anything but you thinking I don’t want you.”

My eyebrows furrow in confusion. “You don’t. You’ve got an omega. Unless you’re so greedy you want two.” I pause for a moment, but he interrupts.

“I don’t, but please give me some time.”

Whatever. “No. I’m not playing second best to another omega, so fuck you, Henry... Lucas fucking Hilton.”

“Did you know who I was?” he asks. I see a subtle narrowing of his eyes.

I’m so fucking annoyed I could explode. “You’re not that important.”

“But your sister is seeing Colton.” He shrugs casually. “She must have made you watch some games.”

“Even if she did—which she didn’t.” I don’t know why I’m even explaining myself to him. “You’ve never shown me your face. I only knew it was you because…” I swallow as I realize what I’m saying.

“Tell me!”

I shake my head.

“Then I’ll tell you. You smell my scent as yours.”

I shake my head.

“Then how did you know it was me at the charity night?”

He leans back in the chair and now I see his chest and arms in all his muscular glory. A whine slips from my throat, and I cough to cover it up.

“You either smell me as yours or you already knew who I was,” he finishes.

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