Page 60 of Knot Only His

“What was that?” Her voice comes muffled, probably pulling her shirt over her head.

When I exchange a look with Asher, his jaw tightens, giving me that warning stare I know too well. The one that says ‘shut up before you say something you shouldn’t.’

I get it—we can’t rush her omega status. She needs to figure it out on her own.

But sometimes I want to help to move it along.

“Though I have to say,” Harlow continues, “you two are surprisingly well-behaved for alphas. Which proves Carver is mistaken about me being an omega. If I was, you two would climb over that curtain to get to me.”

“I hate that Carver knows, and got to her first,” I mouth to him.

Asher nods and says to Harlow, “We’re professionals, Harlow.”

“Professional what? Perverts?”

I snort. “She’s got us there, Ash.”

The curtain pulls back and Harlow emerges fully dressed, her dark hair slightly messed up. “Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

I watch her gather her things, trying not to focus on how her scent fills the small space. And like my alpha is a separate part of me, it paces, needing to be near to her.

“Come for a drink with us tonight. We’re heading to Moonlight.” I catch Asher’s subtle nod of approval. “Best cocktails in Los Angeles.”

“Can’t tonight.” Harlow zips up her bag. “Got a date.”

My chest tightens. “A date?”

She laughs, the sound light and musical. “With my housemate Freya. I was telling Asher about her earlier. She’s an omega.” Her eyes brighten. “You should meet her. You’ve struggled to find an omega, right? And she’s had trouble finding a pack.”

“We haven’t struggled,” I correct her, leaning against the wall. “We’re waiting for the right omega, that’s all. She has to be perfect.”

“She is perfect.” Her smile makes my heart skip. Those full lips curve up, and I force myself to look away.

“Have you ever thought of joining a pack, Harlow?” Asher asks, his voice careful. “For real, I mean.”

She shakes her head, hair falling over her shoulder. “God no. I would be so jealous once an omega came along and all the alphas were falling over themselves to get to her and I...” She swallows hard, fingers tightening on her bag strap. “I’d be left to myself. I could never be with another woman. Not that I’m saying there’s anything wrong with it, but...”

“It’s okay.” I want to reach for her, show her how wrong she is, but I stay still. "You're too needy and would want the alphas to yourself."

"Not like omega needy." She laughs nervously. "I'm just the jealous type."

I lean against the wall, arms crossed, trying to keep my expression casual. Harlow’s laughter dances in the air like music, but there’s something in her eyes—a flicker of vulnerability that pulls at me.

“Maybe you’d like to join Freya and me. We’re going to check out a different bar in a cheaper part of town,” she says, glancing down as if embarrassed. “We don’t have your budget.”

“Then we’ll treat you and Freya.” I chuckle softly. “Give me your address. I’ll swing by in a cab and pick you and Freya up, then we’ll meet Asher and Parker at the bar.”

Her brows lift in surprise. “Parker too? What about Jagger?”

The concern for Parker’s son warms my chest. She cares, and I admire that about her.

“It’s our regular night out. Parker’s parents look after Jagger.” I flash her a grin. “So what do you say?”

Harlow bites her lip, contemplating, then shakes her head slightly. “Don't fall in love with Freya tonight. Not while I'm there.”

“We might fall in love with you.” My tone turns teasing as I step closer.

She rolls her eyes, but there’s a flush creeping up her cheeks, the kind that tells me she’s fighting off a smile. “I’ve already been duped by one alpha; I’m not going down that road again.”

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