Page 141 of Knot Happening Again

"No way!" The other beta's voice drips with disdain. "That's such a waste of a perfect pack."

"Tell me about it. At least there's no way it'll last."

I lower my hand, watching my reflection pale in the mirror.

"Leon's famous," she continues. "He's got a reputation to uphold. And his bondmate? A respected doctor from a high-class family? They'll never tolerate their son shacking up with some slut."

The lipstick clatters into the sink. I bolt, shouldering past the betas without a word. Their gasps and whispers follow me out the door.

In the hallway, I press my back against the wall, struggling to breathe. My chest feels tight, like someone's squeezing my lungs. I close my eyes, willing the tears not to fall.

"Ophelia?"

I jerk my head up. Troy's there, concern etched across his face.

"You okay?" he asks, stepping closer.

I nod, not trusting my voice. He frowns, clearly not buying it.

"Bullshit," he says, but his tone is gentle. "What happened?"

I shake my head. "Nothing. I'm fine."

Troy raises an eyebrow. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

I force a smile. "Just nerves. Big night for Leon, you know?"

He studies me for a long moment, then sighs. "Alright. If you say so. But if you need to talk..."

"I know," I say quickly. "Thanks, Troy."

We head back to our seats. Rhys shoots me a questioning look, but I avoid his gaze. I can't deal with his concern right now.

Not when those betas' words are echoing in my head.

The arena lights dim, and the announcer's voice booms through the speakers. I barely hear it. My mind's racing, replaying every moment since I joined the pack.

They've been nothing but kind to me.

Gentle.

Patient.

But how long will that last?

How long before they realize I don't belong here?

And what about when it's time to introduce me to their families?

Those betas are right.

I'm not cut out for the Carver pack.

I'm damaged goods.

Half-marked.

Awhore.

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