Page 133 of Knot Only His

“Don’t you dare,” Bardot hisses, moving between us like she’s just realized he is here.

“It’s okay,” I tell Bardot.

Something shifts in Colton’s expression as he looks at my sister. His eyes widen slightly, nostrils flaring.

He shakes it off. “I...” He swallows. “Can I sit with you for a while, Bardot? I promise I’m only here to celebrate. I’m not bringing trouble.”

Bardot’s mouth opens, then closes. She turns to me, uncertainty written across her face.

“Let him,” I tell her.

“It’s your party,” she huffs as she leads Colton away.

I take the moment to look around at my pack.

Oliver smiles at me as he strides over with Jagger on his shoulders.

Parker catches my eye and gives me that small, secret smile that makes my heart flutter.

Asher presses his hand on my lower back, his steady presence wraps around me like a warm blanket.

And Carver... my first alpha, reaches for my hand and kisses it. “You were too easy on him. He was so obsessed with you, he kept you from me.”

“He doesn’t matter anymore, Carver. Only we do.”

“She’s right, Carver. This pack is all that matters,” Asher says. “As long as she is obsessed with us.”

I turn to Asher and laugh. “How could I not be obsessed? I now have the perfect pack.”

Epilogue - Harlow

Six months later

I lean forward in my seat as my brother-in-law, Lucas Hilton slams Oliver into the boards, but not before he sends the puck flying to Carver. My heart pounds as Carver weaves through the defense, his movements fluid and precise.

“Go baby!” I shout, jumping to my feet.

Beside me, Freya rubs her swollen belly. “Careful, you’ll make me need to pee again with all your jumping around.”

“Everything makes you need to pee,” Holly laughs, bouncing her little girl on her knee.

Down by the ice, Jagger waves frantically from his spot next to Parker. My chest warms at the sight of my son decked out in his LA Raiders jersey with “PARKER” emblazoned across the back.

I press my hand on my lips and blow him a kiss.

The crowd roars as Carver passes to Reynolds, who’s recently been moved up from defense. He passes to Oliver and the Bears’ captain charges him.

He spins away, sending the puck straight into the net.

“That’s my alpha!” I scream, not caring how many New York fans glare at me.

“God, I miss this energy,” Holly sighs. “The Bears haven’t been the same since Colton transferred to Chicago. Why the hell did you get him that deal?”

“He asked if I could find any interest in him.”

Holly sighs. “He lost himself when Carver went. Stanton tried to get him to stay but—”

“It’s only a temporary transfer. I know he misses New York. But money talks and I’ve had a few teams contact me about him.”

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