Page 25 of Knot a Good Idea

Locking the front door, I listen for his car to pull out of the driveway before I kick off my shoes and head upstairs to my room. The downstairs lights are off, which means my momis probably asleep. The only light in the house is the faint brightness from underneath my closed bedroom door.

I open it to see Skylar sprawled out on the bed. She sits up immediately when she sees me, her deep blue eyes expectant and excited.

I shut the door, lean against it, and let out a slow, deep breath.

“That bad?” she asks, but I shake my head.

“I have to tell you something,” I say.

7

HUNTER

Donovan smells like Omega.

But not just any Omega. He smells like…like someone I’ve only thought about in my dreams.

Which is why I eye him suspiciously when he comes into the kitchen in the morning.

I know he got home late last night, but I thought it was because he was looking at properties, not getting off with a ridiculously delicious smelling Omega.

“Morning, sunshine,” I say. “Have a nice trip?”

He gives me an unimpressed look as he opens the fridge. “Why do you ask?”

“Because you smell like an Omega,” Liam pipes up as he butters a piece of toast. He chews thoughtfully, an eyebrow raised as he looks at Donovan from the dining table.

“Ah. That.” Donovan pulls out a premade smoothie and unscrews the cap. I wince as he drinks the green sludge, wondering why the fuck he does the things he does.

To be fair, it is Donovan, though. There’s no explaining him half the time.

“Okay, so what? Did you finally stop being celibate?” I ask, leaning against the marble island. “What was she like? And why didn’t you share?”

He narrows his eyes at me. “First of all, I didn’t have sex with anybody.”

“You smell like you did,” Liam observes. “We can both smell her on you.”

“Yeah,” I mutter, annoyed. “You smell way too good. You’re lucky I don’t punch you in the face with my boner.”

Donovan holds up a hand. “Okay,stop. Don’t punch me in the face with anything. Can you really smell her that strongly on me? I barely touched her.”

An involuntary growl rumbles in my throat. “Yes. You smell like you’ve been rolling around in slick for hours.”

“It’s unpleasant,” Liam adds kindly. “I suggest you take a shower.”

To my surprise, Donovan smiles. “This is good,” he says. “I knew I was right.”

“You always think you’re right,” I say, rolling my eyes.

“And I usually am.”

“Right about what?” Liam asks.

“I found someone for us. For all the upcoming events, including the wedding,” Donovan says. “And now I know I made the right choice.”

My brain screeches to a halt. “Wait—what?”

“We have a date now for Kelly’s wedding. She’s agreed to meet with us, and if all goes well, she’ll act as our Omega for the next few events leading up to it.” Donovan looks at me, smoothie in hand. “We talked about this,” he says, as if I’m a child.

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