Page 23 of My Knotty Mountain Men

“Ahh, yes!” Rylee replies. “Because if it was me, I would. Because they would be mine. They would be made for me. It’s life. It’s how things work. When dating people who aren’t your scent matches, you take that risk. You risk them finding the person meant to be theirs and losing them.”

“Too bad you aren't into women,” Jenna snorts. “You could just add her in as a Beta and be one big happy family.”

We all just stare at her.

“What?!” she laughs. “I’m just saying.”

“You all seem to be forgetting the fact that she’s having their baby. I’d never break up a family and make that poor child go through hell. I could never take a child away from their parents.”

All of their faces fall, and my gut turns, remembering my own parents.

“Okay, with all the facts on the table, what are you going to do? You could go back to Snow Valley, tell the guys you want something more with them, and see if that’s something they would want,” Jenny suggests. My mind drifts back to all the sweet things they said to me. They told me I was what they werelooking for, that they waited years for me, their Omega. That has to mean something, right?

That doesn’t dismiss the fact that they already have a woman and are starting a family.

Could I be that person? That woman who takes someone else’s man away from them? Scent matches or not, they clearly have something if they’re having a baby together.

God, I can’t believe that they didn’t mention any of this. I get it, we were caught up in the moment of finding who we were to one another, and then add in the fact that my heat hit me out of nowhere... it was a lot.

Still, this is a very big thing someone should have brought up. Nolan talked to me that night before my heat set in. He could have pulled me to the side and told me. He wasn’t affected by hormones and the scent bond to have his mind clouded by reality.

“Letty, you okay?” Jenna asks, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Huh, what? Sorry.” I shake my head, giving her a forced smile. “What were you saying?”

“Trying to help you figure out what you're going to do.” She laughs.

“Right,” I sigh, leaning over the table in the coffee house we’re sitting at and scrub my face with my hands. “I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m going to do. I can tell you what I feel like doing. I feel like curling up into a ball in my nest and crying. But I know I can’t do that because I’m an adult; I have a job to do and a life to live. One I love and had long before meeting those men. I refuse to let this ruin me.”

“That’s my girl,” Rylee says.

“I thought you were team fuck-that-bitch-and-get-my-men?” Jenny asks.

“I’m team Violet. And I just want her to be happy.” Rylee sticks her tongue out at Jenny before looking at me with a smile. “We love you, Letty. And we’re here for you no matter what.”

“Thanks,” I sigh, leaning my head against her shoulder.

“Have you eaten today?” Jenny suddenly asks, narrowing her eyes at me.

“No, Mom,” I tease. “I haven’t. Not really in the mood to eat when my nerves are so shot I feel like puking.”

Jenny lets out a low growl of frustration before getting up from her seat and going over to the counter.

“You know she’s gonna feed you, right?” Jenna comments with amusement. “You too.” She looks at Rylee.

Glancing up, I see Rylee’s cheeks turn the slightest bit pinker as she chews her lip. “It’s because she’s an Alpha. It’s in her DNA to take care of us.”

I share a look with Jenna. Huh. This is new. As far as I know, Jenny isn’t into women, but Rylee is bi. Maybe she just finds our Alpha best friend attractive.

I mean, she is. On top of the red hair, which looks stunning, she’s covered in tattoos, making her look like an inked-up version of Jessica Rabbit.

Rylee is beautiful, with rich brown hair and green eyes.

Jenna’s hairstyle is always changing, a new color every few months. Right now, she’s got long, blue, curly hair, but next week, she will probably go pink or green. You never know with her, but she’s lucky because no matter the color, she rocks every one of them.

“Here.” Jenny comes back, placing a BLT croissant sandwich in front of me with a fruity drink, knowing I can’t drink coffee with anything but sweets.

“Thank you.” I laugh softly before grabbing the sandwich and forcing myself to take a bite despite not being very hungry. Iknow if I don’t eat something, I’m going to regret it later when the hunger pains set in, and I really feel like crap.

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