Page 47 of Knot My Only Fan

I chuckle. “She’s an omega...” I hesitate. “But it’s her scent. It’s like she belongs to me.” I lift my chin high and pull the hem at the neck of my tee shirt lower to let him see the small claiming bite she made on my flesh. “She did this.”

“She felt you too. She could probably smell your scent as her mate.”

“Why doesn’t she want to be found?” I ask, expecting Trent to give me the answer nobody else can.

“Be patient. I heard a tale once about a man in first-class seats and his alpha got crazier and crazier on a flight because he could scent his mate.”

“His mate?”

“Scent matching.” He confirms. “When he got off the plane, she was waiting at the end of the gangway for him.”

“She knew.”

Trent nods. “It’s powerful. She won’t be gone forever.”

I glimpse at the cars as they drive down the street, wondering if she’s ever been back to New York to look for me since that night. Why would she?

“But this one wants to be a beta.”

I hate the pitying look he throws at me when he sighs. “Oh!”

A steel band binds itself around my heart. Exhaling a heavy breath, I murmur, “Yeah. I should go.”

My footsteps are as heavy as my heart as I walk across the tiled floor to the bank of elevators.

The moment that I step inside, my phone dings with an incoming message.

I groan when I see my father’s name.

Henry: I need to speak to you about the charity event your team is hosting.

I’m in no mood to speak to him or listen to his latest demands. I mute his calls. He’ll expect me to call him back immediately, like the control freak he is.

This time, I’ll call him when I’m ready.

Inside my apartment, I shower and dress in a clean pair of shorts and a tee shirt before I step out of my room to get some breakfast.

I feel Stanton’s eyes burn into me as I walk past him to get a drink.

It’s been the same for the past six weeks.

Because he blames me for losing his omega.

He forgets she was mine first, but still, I never wanted things to turn out this way.

The tension between us—both at home and on the ice—is unbearable. His gaze is heavy, the same as always, accusing and resentful.

I grab a glass from the overhead cupboard and fill it with water, trying to ignore the tension radiating from Stanton. But it’s impossible. The air in the room feels heavy with unspoken words. I wish he would just shout at me, tell me how he’s feeling.

I can’t stand it any longer.

“We need to talk,” I say after I take a sip of water.

He grunts.

“We’ve let an omega get between us. She’s torn our bond apart.”

“You claimed we never had a bond. That we’re not a pack.”

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