Page 39 of Knot Only His

“She’s our fucking omega. Why the hell can’t she smell us?”

Asher turns his laptop our way. “There are quite a few products available. Scent blockers, heat suppressants, and there’s a tablet that stops slick from flowing.”

“It can’t be a scent blocker. We can all smell her,” Coach says.

I lean back in my chair, unable to shake off the feeling that if we don’t act now, she’ll slip through our fingers.

Her omega nature is hidden beneath layers of denial and bravado, and something much stronger, but what if she suddenly reveals?

“We need to make a move,” I say, cutting through the silence in the room. My heart races as I voice my thoughts. “Before she becomes an omega. Before someone else claims her.”

Asher’s eyes light up with understanding, a spark igniting between us. “You’re right,” he says, nodding vigorously. “We can’t wait for her to figure this out on her own. We have to help her along.”

“Exactly,” I reply, adrenaline coursing through me at the thought of making such a bold move. “We can show her she can have a place here with us.”

“What do you propose?” Asher asks, leaning forward, his interest piqued.

Coach just listens.

“We create an opportunity. Something that pulls her into our world and makes her want to stay.” My mind races as I piece it together. “We invite her to join us for a team event or a training session. Something that puts her in direct contact with us.”

“Or we pay her to pretend to belong to the pack. We ask her to help us out so we can keep Jagger,” Asher says.

Coach raises an eyebrow, clearly impressed by the idea.

“And then we play on our strengths.” I lean closer, my voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “We let her see what we can each give her. Let her feel the chemistry—smell our scents.”

Coach grins slowly, excitement bubbling up within him. “A fake relationship?”

“Exactly.” The more I think about it, the clearer it becomes: this is our chance to break through those walls she’s built around herself.

Asher nods again, determination settling over his features. “I want her.” His tone is fierce and resolute. “We can make this work.”

“Then let’s make it happen,” I say, matching his excitement.

I turn to Coach. I know he wanted Harlow to find us—but this plan is so much better.

“Fake,” he murmurs. I can almost feel his wheels turning as he considers everything. “Okay, I’m in.”

Thank fuck for that.

Because now I won’t stop until she’s ours completely.

Chapter 10

Harlow

I feel energized as I rush from work and check my watch.

I have a date for the first time in a month, and to say I’m eager is an understatement. It’s been weeks of using sex toys on myself and now I really need a dick inside me.

I really want a knot. Since Carver knotted me, I’ve become a little knot obsessed.

But I can’t go there. And that’s why my date is with a beta.

I step onto the sidewalk, a blast of hot air hits me. I exhale deeply and wrap my curly hair up in a high ponytail to keep the heat off my neck. Days like this, I long for an air-conditioned car. Shame I can’t even drive.

My phone chimes with a message:

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