Page 75 of Knot My Only Fan

I sigh. “He’s not being anything other than kind to me. And like you told me, he’s a playboy. He’s gorgeous and can get any woman he wants. Why would he want me?”

“Don’t you even go there!” Sienna’s voice raises. She is the most positive person I know and refuses to let any of her friends put themselves down. “The question is, ‘why do you want him?’”

“I don’t.” But the words of protest die on my lips as a strange feeling bubbles inside me as I remember everything he did.

Holding me close when I was upset at being sick and then cleaning my teeth and face. And the way he held me in bed afterward. Even when he fell asleep, his body cocooned mine, his breath warm against my skin, but it was his scent that suffused every inch of me, and I liked it.

I’d be lying if I say he never affected me.

“Grace,” Sienna warns. “You have to be strong. Alphas like Stanton Adams are not good for you.”

“I know that,” I huff as I stroke my palm over my tummy. “But Lucas…”

She spins her cell to show me the screen. It’s a picture of Lucas and his omega smiling at the camera. Despite what Stanton told me, they look happy. “What the hell is going through your head, Grace? Look! He already has an omega.”

My heart shatters into a million pieces as I stare at the screen.

“I don’t know why, but they’re making a fool out of you,” Sienna tells me as the bell to the café chimes again. She growls under her breath. “Just a minute.”

She leaves her phone face up and I look at the picture of Lucas with his smiling and gorgeous black haired omega.

I grab my phone, open Google, and search for the hockey team that Stanton and Lucas play for — the New York Bears — and when it loads, I hit the button for the players.

Time to do a little cyber-sleuthing before Sienna comes back into the room and chastises me even more for my life choices. I shrug. I need to do this. How was I supposed to know my one-heat-stand would be my scented mate?

Lucas Hilton, twenty-seven years old. Then I click on Stanton Adams, the team captain. Stanton is older than Lucas and will soon hit thirty-years old.

Soon, my internet search shows Stanton more than Lucas. Stanton is definitely the playboy of the two men. There are too many pictures of him with beautiful women, and I doubt any of them were girlfriends.

“You’re not his type,” Sienna says, taking me by surprise.

“Why not?” I don’t know why I asked when the nagging voice in my head already gave me the answer. I’m not a model. I’m not tall and thin. Not only that. I’m pregnant. I just don’t know what the hell Stanton is playing at. He doesn’t need me to be his fake date… unless he is trying to annoy Lucas.

It did look heated now again between them at charity night. And Lucas hated seeing Stanton’s hand stroking over mine.

“Because you’re quiet.” She laughs. “And apart from being an omega and your cam girl accounts, you’re relatively normal.”

“I think that makes me far from normal,” I hit back.

Sienna lifts a perfect eyebrow at me. “I don’t want you getting hurt, Grace. And men who have a different woman every week will hurt you.” She nods her head to emphasize her words.

I frown and drop my face to stare at the image of him on my phone.

The kitchen door squeaks as it opens.

“Grace.” Ella rushes to me and places a hand on my shoulder. “Harlow told me all about you and Stanton Adams. Jeez, that man is gorgeous.”

“It was only a date for the dinner, nothing more.” I laugh. “And I doubt your alphas will appreciate you gushing over Stanton.”

“I’m not gushing over him. Nobody compares to my alphas. Hockey gods or not.”

“It must be nice to be the chosen one.”

“It is and I am.” She grins and nods. “And one day, you’ll find alphas who’ll treat you the same way.” She gives my tummy a reassuring pat. “How are you and bubs?”

“What pack will want me?” I groan. “I must be the only pregnant omega without an alpha.”

They side glance each other, a tinge of unease on their faces.

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