Page 34 of Knot a Good Idea

What if she doesn’t like us? What if this doesn’t work, or I offend her?

What if?—

“Dude.Stop.” Hunter bites out. “Your foot tapping is echoing off the fucking walls.”

“I can’t help it.”

My packmate sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Look. If she’s going to like any of us, it’s going to be you. Donovan’s a prick, I’m a prick, and you’re…you. So just fuckingstop.”

I chew my lip and nod.

“I mean it,” Hunter says after a moment. “It will be fine, okay?”

And that’s when I realize it.

“You’re nervous, too,” I murmur, and he scoffs.

“I mean, yeah. When’s the last time we’ve had an Omega here?”

I nod. “You’re not a prick all the time,” I say softly. “She’ll like you, too.”

He snorts. “Yeah, well, if she likes Donovan, I guess so.” But he turns and quirks his lip into an almost smile. “It will be fine. I promise.”

I want to believe him. I really do.

Hunter and I might as well be brothers, even though we’re not blood related. We became friends in high school, and even before we presented as Alphas, he’s had my back.

He’s supportive, even if he wants to come off like an asshole.

And I’m forever grateful for that.

The front door opens, Donovan holding her duffel bag and leading the Omega inside, and my breath catches.

She’s stunning.

Light brown eyes meet mine, and she gives me the ghost of a smile. Her warm chestnut hair falls in loose waves, long and lovely.

I knew what she smelled like before, but her scent is amplified now that she’s in front of us. She’s brown sugar, honey, and the slightest bit of cinnamon.

My body comes alive and my heart beats wildly in my chest.

Donovan notices my reaction and nods at me. “April, this is Liam. Liam, meet April.”

She steps toward me, and I move to her, my hand outstretched, even though I want to pull her into a hug. She takes my hand and her tiny palm is engulfed in mine. I stand at least a good foot taller than her, and a low rumble sounds in my chest.

I stop my purr before I let her hear it.

Purring the moment I meet her? That’s insane.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she says warmly. Her smile widens, showing off cute white teeth, and I’m tempted to pull her into my arms and run away with her.

Donovan clears his throat, and I realize I’m still shaking her hand. I reluctantly let go with an awkward laugh as her skin flushes with pink.

She’s lovely. So, so lovely.

“Hi, beautiful,” Hunter says, moving from his space against the wall. “You really undersold it, Donovan,” he says. “You said she was pretty. Not breathtaking.”

I roll my eyes at Hunter. I’ve never been the smooth talker like him or Donovan. I’m the one that stumbles over words when I’m nervous and blushes so deep my face turns beet red.

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