Page 19 of Knot Only His

“I suppose not. I smelled an—” She shakes her head. “There’s…” She shrugs her shoulders.

“Tell me,” I push.

She smiles. “There’s a club I use when I need…” She pauses another moment. “Do you need knots?”

“Me?” My voice lifts an octave, but Freya laughs.

“I do. I need the club when I’m feeling like I need an alpha. I’m going tomorrow if you’d like to join me. I mean, if you need an alpha to hold you. You don’t have to have sex. I do. I need to feel—” Her face turns a beautiful shade that matches the red in her hair.

“I get it.”

I can’t talk about him. But I can’t forget about him either. Not when I spent years pretending that he had never affected me—but he did.

And since Carver knotted me, I’ve fought my feelings. He did something to me I can’t comprehend.

And the sex… Even I’m getting a little anxious and needy as she describes what happens in the club.

I’m not interested in relationships, but jeez, I’d love a knot.

Colton has scarred me off alphas for life. A fuck is all I need. Quick or slow—I don’t care. All I want is to come, scratch the itch, and then the man can go on his merry way.

Just one night is what I need.

One knot.

She nods. “Yeah. Alphas are happy to have sex with me. I just can’t keep one. My craziness put them off.” Her voice sounds so feeble and I feel bad for not listening.

“You’re not crazy and never change. The right pack will love everything about you,” I say, meaning every word. “They’ll love how you light up a room, how you make everyone smile. How you bring cookies to strangers and turn them into your family in five minutes flat.”

Freya’s eyes well up. “You really think so?”

“I know so.”

She wraps me in another hug, this one gentler than before. “Thanks, Harlow. I’m going to love having you stay. In fact, I’m going to hate it when you leave. But I know you’re going to be such an amazing addition to whatever pack claims you.”

I open my mouth to correct her, to say I’m an alpha. Instead, I just hug her tighter as the memories of last night flood back.

Carver’s words…the way my body responded, how right he felt...how right his knot felt.

But I know I’m not an omega. I’m an alpha who has just discovered she loves a knot. That’s all.

Chapter 5

Parker

The thrum of bass vibrates through my bones as I descend the stairs into Club Midnight. The first thing that hits me is the familiar scent of arousal and need. It fills my lungs like it does every time I come here.

Black leather masks hide faces in the dim light, leaving only hungry eyes and parted lips visible.

“Coach! Long time.” Kyle slides a whiskey across the bar. “It’s been so long, I thought you’d found an omega.”

“No time.” I adjust my dark gray mask. “The team’s schedule is brutal.”

I scan the club.

A pack of three have claimed a corner booth, their attention locked on a blonde omega swaying to the music with her friend.

The copper-haired omega from the last time I was here dashes past; her energy crackling through the air like static. Our gazes meet and she opens her mouth—I turn away before she can start another endless ramble about her latest baking disaster.

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