Page 43 of Knot My Only Fan

I smile as I take the mask. “Book a room. I’ll call you when she wears me out. What’s her name?”

“Scarlett.”

Three hours later, I’m spooning Scarlett and inhaling her scent as she sleeps soundly in my arms when Lucas tentatively opens the door.

I felt nothing like this in my life, feeling at home, at peace.

“Did she ask who you were?” he asks.

I nod. “I told her we were pack mates, and she smiled and fell back to sleep.”

“You didn’t tell her your name, did you?”

“Why are you being so evasive?”

“Did you?” Lucas grimaces under his breath.

“I told her I was called Stan, but why don’t you just tell her you want her?”

“I will. But this is all new to me. I never pursued an omega.” I get it, I’m the same, but I did it to pursue my hockey career. “It was way easier claiming I wasn’t interested in omegas with my father.”

I groan. “You’re an adult, Lucas. Tell him to fuck himself.”

“She’s the one, Stanton. I’m not fucking it up and I’m certainly not letting my father ruin my future. I need to be careful how I deal with this.”

My phone vibrates on the nightstand. Lucas grabs it quickly so it doesn’t wake Scarlett.

“Take it in the corridor, or the bathroom.” He glares at me as I kiss Scarlett on her shoulder and shimmy away. “Or in the room I booked. It’s on the second floor, room two, three, five.”

I glance at the caller. “It’s my sister, Selene.” I creep away, hitting the answer on my cell. “Hi, everything okay?”

“No,” she sobs. “You need to come home.”

“What happened?” My heart races at the sound of her tone.

“It’s mom. She was hurt in a car accident.”

“Fuck. Is she okay? Is she…”

“Stanton, please come home.” Selene says as I quietly shut the door to the bathroom. “She’s...”

Bile skates up my throat so fast I can taste on my tongue. “Selene.” There’s a warning in my tone.

“She’s on life support, Stanton.” She hiccups back a sob. “And they’re asking for her family to turn up because they want to turn it off.”

I drop to my knees and puke into the porcelain bowl. “N-no.”

“Please come home. I can’t do it by myself,” she begs.

I can’t see for the tears coating my eyes. My shoulders shake so much that I drop the phone on the floor.

“Fuck Stanton, what’s happened?” Lucas plunges on knees as I try to take in what I’ve just heard.

“My mom.” I scrub my hand over my face, shaking my head. It cannot be real. It cannot be real. “Oh fuck Lucas, what am I going to do?”

“Talk to me. What has happened?”

He knows how much I love my mom. I’ve taken her to enough hockey events for the world to know. Since my father died, I’ve financially looked after her and my younger sister. I don’t mind. I want to.

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