Page 49 of Knot My Only Fan

Grace

“Just come,” Harlow begs me again. We’re in a restaurant after a day of shopping in the city.

“No, I’m going home after this. I only came to New York to shop.” I pick up the bags beside me and smile at my haul.

Her boyfriend Colton sighs as he digs his fork into the last piece of his steak.

I can’t stomach meat right now and take a mouthful of my salad.

Yummy!

“Colton!” a deep voice yells from the other end of the restaurant.

“It’s Stanton,” Colton says before he waves at the man who is walking to our table. “He looks happier than he has for ages.”

“Who’s Stanton?” I ask Harlow as she sips on a glass of wine. I raise my water to my lips.

Harlow bursts out laughing. “You don’t know? He’s the captain of the New York Bears hockey team. Do you ever listen to me?”

“No.” I chuckle at her shocked face and flick my hand in the air. “You know I’m not into jocks and sporty stuff.”

“My boyfriend is an athlete. You should support his team.”

“I don’t live in New York. Why would I support them?”

“They are the nearest professional hockey team to home, so they should be your team.” Harlow shakes her head before she turns to her boyfriend, who is talking to the guy as they walk back to our table. “Be nice.”

I press my hand on my chest and whisper, “Are you talking to me? I am the nicest sister.”

She tilts her head to one side as she considers me for a moment. But it’s the way her teeth chew on the inside of her cheek that tells me she wants to say something else.

“Go on,” I push. “Get it out.”

She turns and glances at her boyfriend again before quickly turning back to me. “You’re not as nice as you used to be. You know before—"

“Don’t.”

I don’t want to talk about my life. It’s turned into a shitshow the past two months. The day I awakened as an omega was the start, and my life has turned from glory to ruinous within a matter of months.

I’m still not over how Henry left me.

I turn back and look up at the man as he slows his walk to the table as he looks at me.

He’s tall, his chest and shoulders are wide, definitely an athlete. And definitely an alpha by the way he’s staring at me.

Like he’s taking me in.

Like he’s about to pounce.

God, I hate being an omega.

But I agree with Harlow. He is very nice looking, with chiseled features and an angled jaw. Everything is softened by his sea-green eyes, and dark blond hair. Hair that I expect will reach his shoulders if it wasn’t tied up in a man bun.

He is an alpha—but with a bun in his hair.

Definitely an alpha with loads of confidence.

I don’t mess with alphas anymore. Not since my heat. So regardless if I’m attracted to him or not, I will not react to his alpha charm.

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