Page 22 of Knot My Only Fan

“What the fuck?” Colton says. “She’s an alpha and I love her. If you’ve sat here because you think you have a chance with me, then leave now. I don’t cheat.”

The quieter girl shakes her head, a small smile on her face as she turns to me and says, “I’m here for you.”

I shake my head. “Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not interested in puck bunnies,” I say, picking up my bourbon and taking a sip.

“Are you gay?” she replies, flicking her hair, her fingers sliding a stray tendril over her ear.

“No. Just not interested in casual hook-ups.”

She smiles. “It doesn’t have to be casual.”

I lean forward as I look at her. She’s nice looking and gazing back at me while she waits for my answer. She’s cute enough. A beta, no doubt. Good enough to fuck, but nothing more.

Can I? Just one night. Get all my frustrations out and forget about Scarlett forever. I can’t. “Sorry, not interested.”

“I’m an omega on suppressants,” she pushes. Her lips turn up into a smile. “Just waiting for the right alpha.”

I narrow my eyes and inhale slightly as I stare at her teeth grazing over her bottom lip.

She’s having you over.

There’s no way she’s an omega.

You thought Scarlett was a beta.

“Don’t fucking lie,” Colton says, surprising the heck out of me. “I know an omega when I smell one. And you smell very much like a beta.”

“How would you know if your girlfriend is an alpha?” Stanton asks as he runs his hands over the arms of the girl still sitting on his lap.

The girls admit Colton is telling the truth when they scurry out of the booth and make a beeline to another table.

“But her sister just revealed as an omega and believe me, you can’t mistake an omega’s scent to a beta’s fake perfume,” Colton says. “I know, because Grace smells like nothing else.”

“You might be her scent match,” I reply.

He laughs and shakes his head. “She hates my smell. Told me to shower because I was making her sick.”

Omegas are approximately seven percent of the population but lower in New York, and the number goes down every few years. Alphas are around ten percent mark, but higher in New York. The remainder is the beta population. And a lot of the beta population spray themselves with omega perfume, but that only fools other betas, never alphas. Alphas know the difference between manufactured scents and the authentic smell of an omega. But like betas, omegas try to mask their scents with beta perfumes.

And that’s when it gets tricky.

“And how does she feel about being an omega?” I ask Colton.

He shakes his head. “I don’t know. She’s getting on with her life as if she’s still a beta.”

“And how do you feel?” Stanton chuckles. “Are you wanting to fuck your girlfriend’s sister? Make her take your knot.”

“Don’t fucking go there,” Colton hisses as his brother, Carver, sits opposite. He stares at Colton for a moment before he laughs and repeats the story of when Grace was holding her stomach, about to puke because Colton’s scent was ‘off.’

I check the app on my cell one last time, but Scarlett still isn’t on there. I scroll through my contacts and stare at her name for a moment.

Still nothing.

I could send her another message, but what’s the point?

Xander slips into the booth next to Carver. He has a massive grin on his face. “Would you pay a thousand bucks to watch an omega fucking herself?” He waits.

“I’ve paid more than that before on OmegaFans,” Stanton replies.

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