Page 107 of Knot My Only Fan

His eyes lift and meet mine, and I notice a subtle swallow in his throat. He shakes his head.

“But you’re telling me to.”

“Because believe it or not, I don’t want you to hurt like me. I’m harder than you. I’ve encased my heart in a steel cage all these years, and yes, you’re right, it did make me bitter and twisted. I lost sight of everything good in the world and lost my children in the process. Today, I accept that. I want you to have happiness, Lucas. And I know you’ll get that with Grace.”

“Why don’t you want to have your happy ever after?” I ask. “Do you enjoy living in misery?”

“My scent match is bitter and twisted because she was claimed by an alpha who wasn’t hers.”

“How do you know this?”

“I met her…”

“Go on.”

“When I went to talk to Grace.” His eyes flutter closed as he exhales a deep breath. “It’s Grace’s mother.”

Chapter 34

Grace

The bell above the door chimes again and I feel weak. All I want to do is go home and curl up into a ball, like I’ve done for the past two days.

I’ve cried non-stop and my body aches so much I feel like I’ve flown economy on a round-the-world ticket.

I’m drained, but today, Sienna refused to let me wallow and after shoving me into the shower, she dressed me, fed me my breakfast and drove me to work.

I feel like everyone’s eyes are on the rejected omega. The one who is pregnant and doesn’t even know who the fucking father is.

Not that people know the full truth about that.

My friends Ella and Sienna do. Obviously, they’ve been there listening to me whining about my life choices.

When another sob is about to sneak from my mouth, I rush to the kitchen and bang my head against the wall.

“What the hell am I going to do?”

I know I have to talk to them eventually, but up to now, I’ve avoided their calls.

Ella strides into the kitchen. “How are you feeling today?”

“Peachy.”

She grins. “Is that their scent?”

“No, much worse.”

She nods knowingly. “That good, eh!”

“I said worse.”

“I know what you told me.” She stares at me for a moment. “When are you going to talk to them?”

“When I don’t want to punch them in their faces.”

“I could record it and put it on TikTok. Imagine the amount of views we’d get.”

I smile.

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