Page 51 of Knot Only His

His words hang between us like a fragile thread that could snap at any moment. It is terrifying that Carver thinks I'm an omega. His omega. I would love that. I could have what he wants to give me, but the moment he finds his true omega, I'll be left alone once again. Because I'm not an omega.

But what if he is right?

I shake my head. I can't be.

“If I’m an omega, I’ll need a pack.” I test him. Carver has never sought a pack, nor found other alphas who I could imagine him being in a pack with. Not like Colton did. I know Colton and Jenson will form a pack in the end–or already.

His gaze never wavers as he leans in, the warmth of his body radiating towards me. “If you’re an omega, and you need a pack,” he says, his voice steady. “I’ll find one for you. But first, you need to present as an omega.”

“Present?” My heart races, confusion swirling in my mind.

“Yeah. Until that day happens, it doesn’t matter.” He brushes a thumb across my knuckles, and I can feel the weight of his words sink in. “Until that day, you’re all mine.”

I pull my hand away instinctively, though my body yearns to keep his contact. “How do I present as an omega if I don’t know if I am an omega?”

He sighs softly, frustration flickering across his face. “I don’t know. Give in to your instincts.” He shrugs.

“I’m not an omega.” The words come out sharper than I intend, and are laced with acceptance.

“Then why do you smell like one?” He raises an eyebrow, leaning closer as if he can see into my very soul.

My breath hitches again as his scent wraps around me—the pineapple and vanilla are light today, but the coconut and rum are so intoxicating and powerful it’s hard to think straight.

“I just don’t aspire to be defined by some label,” I say, trying to hold on to my resolve.

“Labels matter when it comes to instincts and packs, to omegas and alphas,” he insists gently but firmly. "You know that."

“You think I’m pretending to be an alpha?” I whisper.

Carver’s eyes soften as he says, “No, I’m starting to believe you think you are one. But did you have any medical procedures when you were younger?”

I glance around the bustling restaurant. Hearing the clinking of glasses and murmur of conversations fading into white noise as I focus on him and shake my head. “None that I remember.”

His eyes narrow as his cross his arms, and he leans back slightly but keeps his eyes locked onto mine. “Then we figure it out together. But you took my knot, Harlow. You took it like you owned it. And I know you were always too scared with Colton.”

I press my legs together, thinking about how that felt. How my body sang as he locked himself inside me. I’ve thought about it often. Imagining his dick so deep inside me, he locks his knot and keeps us together for hours.

One side of his lip turns up in a smirk. “You want it again, don’t you? You might deny being an omega, but your body knows—your pussy knows.”

“Oh god.”

A slow smile spreads across his face, but before I answer, a photographer rushes to our table. Before I can process it fully, they snap our picture.

Carver’s expression shifts instantly. His jaw tightens and anger flares in his eyes as he pushes his chair back and strides toward the photographer. “Get lost!”

I rush to his side and pull him away. “Leave it.”

Carver throws money on the table, takes my hand and we rush from the packed room and to his car.

“Are you ashamed to be seen with me?” I ask as we drive away.

“What? No!”

“Then why are you so upset?” My voice wavers slightly.

“I’m ready for the world to know about us,” he replies firmly, searching my eyes. “But I know you’re not. You’re the one who’s ashamed and you shouldn’t be.”

I look away. He’s right. I am ashamed of craving my ex’s brother, but how do I tell Carver he’s not the only alpha I’m starting to crave.

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