Page 88 of Knot My Only Fan

“Yeah.” Harlow stares at my jersey with Stanton’s name and number fifty-five on my back. Her eyes shift to my tummy again. “Stanton’s quite cute, really.”

I finally catch Stanton’s gaze, and he responds with a genuine, heartwarming smile. The thought of exploring a potential relationship has already started to consume me.

After all, Lucas rejected me and his baby. Why should I give up on alphas because one of them doesn’t want me?

“Do you think he’ll appreciate you calling him that?” I ask, shaking my head. I don’t know Stanton very well, but I know there’s a dominant alpha underneath the gentleman he’s turning out to be.

“Do you like him?” I feel her eyes burning into the side of my face.

“He’s nice.”

“Oh. Not good.”

I twist to her. “What do you mean?”

“You can’t tell him he’s nice. That’s friend-zoning him.”

I laugh out loud before shaking my head and watching the ice as the game starts again.

“And Lucas?” she says, and I know there’s an unspoken question there.

“He’s ignored me the entire time I’ve been here.”

“He probably hasn’t seen you,” she responds. He has and I hate he knows I’m here but refuses to even look at me as he skates by. “Have you spoken about the baby?”

“He sent me some money.”

“Bastard. That’s it?”

“What else is there?”

“Being a fucking father,” she hisses. “Manning up and doing the right thing.”

“I don’t want someone who only wants me because I’m pregnant.”

“But...”

“No Harlow. Don’t go there.”

“Where?” she huffs. “You don’t know what I was going to say.”

“Yes, I do. You’re going to make a derogatory comment that omegas need alphas, but we both know that isn’t true. Mom’s life has been better since our father left us.”

“He was a jerk, claiming her when he shouldn’t have. When she wasn’t his scent match.” Her eyes glance at Lucas. “What’s his scent?”

“I can’t remember.”

“Liar.” She spins on her chair to me. “And there is only one reason you’re lying. He’s your alpha. Your mate.”

“He doesn’t want me.” I feel like my body is sinking into the chair. “He told me as much.”

“Fuck! I’m sorry.” The crowd erupts as Harlow wraps her arm around me. “I really am sorry.”

I shake my head. “Let’s watch the game because I haven’t got a clue what’s happening.”

She laughs into my shoulder and kisses me on the cheek. “I’ll be here for you. You know that?”

I nod.

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