Page 34 of Knot All is Forgiven

"So, most likely, they lied to me, huh?" Her voice is tiny and hurt. "They lied to me, and now that they've realized what I've known all along, they want me?"

Her nose wrinkles in distaste as she walks to the countertop, picks up one of the milkshake glasses, and turns it over in her hands.

"Well, fuck them."

And she drops in on the floor, shatters of glass flying everywhere.

Chapter fourteen

I'm not saying I'mowed an Omega.

But I am saying I have one, and she is not here, and I'm about to lose my mind over it.

She's supposed to be with me. She's mine. I know that. Maybe, on some level, I've always known that. But I haven't even scented her. I don't even know what she looks like anymore. When we were teens, she was cute, with her too-big eyes and curvy figure. What is that like on an adult?

What does she do for work?

What does she do for fun?

Where does she live?

Why did she run from us in the hospital?

That last one I know. Stubbornly, I don't want to admit I know the answer. But maybe it wasn't the best idea for us to make it so clear who we were when we were trying to see her. Maybe we should have just hung out in the lobby, waiting for her to come out when discharged.

Fuck, that would've been a better idea. Why didn't I think of that? I'm supposed to be the idea guy—the leader.

I don't care what the other two say.

It was the right idea at the time to cut Jordan loose when we did. She never would have given up on us, and the chance of her presenting as an Omega was basically zero.

It's not that she wouldn't have been enough for me as a Beta. Jordan starred in every single one of my fantasies when we were teenagers.

She has always been my dream girl.

But our pack deserved the chance to find our scent match, and truthfully, I don't think the other two would've gone to an Omega mixer and put themselves out there if they hadn't cut Jordan loose. And let's face it, the likelihood of finding an Omega who would be happy with a Beta we cared that much about being in the pack was low.

But obviously, I know now why we never matched with an Omega in passing or at those mixers.

She was sitting across the booth from us at Meg's.

She was curled up at my side while we watched movies.

She was cheering for me from the stands when I raced across the ice.

She was peering at me under thick lashes while we did our homework.

Fuck.

The guys think I'm heartless and not considering her feelings, but it's not that. It's that she's mine. She was always going to be mine, and she was always supposed to be mine.

I know it.

She knows it.

And as soon as she stands in front of me, she'll realize what I am to her.

If she's holding a grudge, which I'm not convinced she will be, it will all be forgotten in the joy of finally becoming what we were always supposed to be to one another. There is no way Jordan, always a hopeless romantic, would hold herself back from that.

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