Page 24 of Knot My Only Fan

I smile. “I know. I’ll keep it for when I’m a beta again.”

“You won’t be a beta. You’ll be a disguised omega,” Mom tells me.

Harlow turns to me. “I don’t know if it’s because I’m a female alpha or that I’m your sister, but I don’t think you smell too bad, not much different from normal.”

Bardot nods her head. “I agree.”

Both of my sisters Harlow and Bardot are alphas. And they have a point. They’d smell my omega perfume even if it did nothing for them.

“Harlow!” Mom screeches. “That is hardly the point. She is about to go into heat and should be in the safety of the heat hotel, not in a hotel room until she thinks it’s time to cross the road where she’ll be as safe as a gazelle in the Serengeti.”

“Stop being so dramatic,” Bardot says flatly.

Mom lifts an exasperated hand to her face before rubbing at her temple.

Harlow looks at me. “What do you want to do, Grace?”

“I’m not ready to be around purring alphas,” I say. “I have things to help me until I am.”

Harlow waggles her eyebrows. She knows what I’ve brought with me. Ella gave me six different knotting toys she sells in her growing sex toy empire.

“It’s the growling and grunting alphas that will be outside this hotel that you’ll need to worry about,” Mom yells again, oblivious to what I told her.

“Well, if you keep your voice down, nobody will know I’m here.” Sarcasm laces my tone. “The two alphas in the room have already told you I don’t smell too strong.”

“Well, you do. And your perfume will leak out of this room, not your voice.” She sighs and shakes her head. “What’s the point?”

“Let her do what she feels is right.” Bardot spins to Mom. “Stop being so controlling.”

“I’m being a mother.” Mom rolls her eyes to the ceiling before raising her palms in the air. “Settle into the room. I give up. Don’t answer the door to anyone, and I’ll call the Heat Hotel about having a chaperone once you’re ready.”

I decide not to worry her any further and smile. “I’m going to lock the door, have a soak and put my fluffy pajamas on while I wait until the right time. Only then will I call the heat hotel, give them a code we agreed on, and they’ll send someone to the hotel for me.”

Mom narrows her eyes.

“I already spoke to them.”

What I don’t tell her is I’m not going to the heat hotel immediately because I opened a new account on OmegaFans, and I’m going to sell my heat for one night. Up to now, seventy-four alphas have signed up—at least, I assume they’re alphas. Each will pay me one thousand dollars to watch me get myself off for one night of my heat.

I’m trying not to think about what they’ll be doing when they watch. I don’t want to think about their cocks and knots, only about the money I’ll earn. Because even if a few drop out, I’ll still have a ton of money to put a down payment on my café.

Mom sighs. She knows she won’t get her own way. Not when my future is on the line.

I swipe my newly dyed red hair over my sweaty forehead. I want to keep my anonymity and replaced the red wig with a semi-permanent color just for my heat. Bardot claimed the red color will fade to pink again after a few washes.

Mom is still staring at me, waiting.

“I’ll call you once it’s over.”

“I’ll be staying in the hotel for a few days,” Mom says.

I frown and roll my eyes upward.

“Your sisters want to shop in New York, and Harlow is meeting Colton when he gets back to the city from his hockey game. And Bardot is going to watch a musical.”

I go to protest, but the more I think about it, I know she’s right. “Okay, but can I have some privacy? I need to clean up because I feel another spike coming on.”

“Did you put the birth control patch on?”

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