Page 19 of Knot Happening Again

Almost.

I rummage through my closet, trying to find something appropriate. Not too revealing—I don't want to give them the wrong idea. But not too conservative either. I settle on a simple sundress in a soft blue that brings out my eyes. Casual enough for a first meeting, but still flattering.

As I slip on a pair of sandals, I catch sight of the clock.

Shit.

I'm going to be late if I don't hurry.

I grab my purse and keys, racing down to the parking garage. My beat-up Honda greets me with its usual reluctance, the engine sputtering to life with a worrying rattle.

"Come on, baby," I mutter, patting the dashboard. "Just get me there and back. That's all I'm asking."

The car makes an ominous grinding noise in response.

Great. Another repair bill I can't afford.

Just what I needed.

I navigate through midday traffic, my stomach churning with a mix of nerves and nausea that isn't helped by the grumbling ofmy car. By the time I pull into the Temporary Bonds parking lot, I'm a mess of anxiety.

"You can do this," I tell my reflection in the rearview mirror. "It's just a meeting."

With a deep breath, I step out of the car and make my way into the building. The cool air-conditioned lobby is a welcome relief from the summer heat outside. I approach the reception desk, plastering on my best fake smile.

"Hi, I'm Ophelia Thompson. I have an appointment with a pack?"

The receptionist smiles warmly. "Of course, Ms. Thompson. If you'll have a seat, Samantha will be with you shortly."

I perch on the edge of a plush armchair, my leg bouncing nervously. I'm so focused on trying to calm my racing heart that I almost miss Samantha's approach.

"Ophelia! It's so good to see you again."

I stand, shaking her outstretched hand. "Hi, Samantha. Thanks for setting this up on such short notice."

She waves off my thanks with a smile. "It's my pleasure. Now, before we go in, I just wanted to let you know… this is averyprestigious pack, and you were their first choice. You're quite lucky. Every omega in the program would drool at the prospect of landing them."

I force another smile, even as my stomach twists.

Lucky.

Right.

Because being passed around like a party favor is the height of good fortune.

I have to admit, though, I'm glad I wassomeone'sfirst choice. That's a tiny ego boost, all things considered. And now I'm more nervous than ever.

"That's... great," I manage, hoping my voice doesn't betray my lack of enthusiasm. Prestigious or not, it doesn't matter. This is temporary. Just a means to an end.

Samantha leads me down a hallway to a plain-looking door marked as a consultation room. "Remember, you're in control here. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or want to leave, just say the word. Okay?"

I nod, touched by her concern despite myself. "Okay. Thanks, Samantha."

She gives my arm a reassuring squeeze before opening the door. "Gentlemen, may I present Ophelia Thompson."

I step into the room, my eyes immediately drawn to the three men—the threealphas—waiting inside.

And holy shit, are they a sight to behold.

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