Page 79 of Knot My Only Fan

“You need to get rid of this dark cloud looming around you. Blow it off. You have an important game tomorrow.”

“I know.”

I do. But my alpha is clawing at my insides, wanting her. Wanting the baby that is growing inside her. But knowing my father is a sick man. He also has one goal on his mind. And that goal could be destroyed if his electors find out his unmarried son got an omega pregnant.

I have to keep her a secret.

If I don’t and he loses his presidential possibility, he’ll break her and then he’ll destroy me.

Despite being the one on the ice, the one who was good enough to earn my big break years ago, my father seems to think he can click his fingers and ruin everything for me.

I tread carefully, despite now and then challenging him. But I know my limits. I won’t sacrifice everything I’ve made. And that means I have to keep Grace and my baby a secret.

Jon leans back in his chair, tilting his head as his brow furrows with worry. “You need to focus on the game, and on your team.”

“I will. I am,” I huff. Since when was hockey not my number one priority? “But…”

He gestures for me to continue.

“Stanton is determined to make her his.” I curl my fingers into fists. “He wants her, and she’s pregnant.”

“But she’s pregnant with your…”

“Well.” I pause with a dep sigh. “The baby could be his.”

He gives me a nod of understanding. But Jon is a beta, he doesn’t really understand.

“It feels like mine.”

“What’s more important to you? This baby or your father?”

“My baby and her mom being safe are the only things that matter right now.”

“Then let Stanton take care of her. Stand back and let it happen. Her and your baby will be safer with an alpha looking out for them.”

I shake my head in disbelief, tightly shutting my eyes and clenching my teeth in frustration. “No, she’s mine.”

“Did you claim her?” There’s a change in his tone—harsher than usual, not that I blame him. He thinks I’m leaving her alone because I can’t face my father.

“She claimed me.” My voice is raspy as my hand flies to my chest instinctively. “It hurts. I feel her pain and I want to make it go away … for her sake.”

“Then talk to her before the game tomorrow. You need to come to an arrangement.” His lips purse in annoyance. “If you don’t, your game is going to suffer.”

“And tell her what, exactly?”

“That you’re not available and she should date Stanton,” he says.

“What the fuck?” I growl.

“He’s a good man,”

“He is also the biggest player on the team.”

The corners of his mouth twitch, revealing a subtle smile. “Maybe, but you obviously called him when this omega was in heat, otherwise what other way could he be the father?”

He waits for my response and when I don’t reply, he continues, “Maybe you don’t want Stanton to be your pack mate because of his playboy ways, but give him a chance with her. Why don’t you see how much he looks after her?”

“You want me to gift Stanton my omega?” My lips form into a thin line as anger burns inside me, and then I blurt, “Are you for fucking real?”

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