Page 81 of Knot Only His

“Because her mother told me that Harlow and Bardot never knew about the implants. She took the opportunity to have them done when both girls wanted piercings.”

Chapter 20

Oliver

For two days we've waited. First to be released from the DRA's clutches and then for her body to be well enough to wake from her nightmare.

And as I lean against the hospital room wall, finally Harlow’s eyes flutter open as deep vanilla notes swirl through the air.

She’s pure omega now, no artificial alpha notes masking her delicious perfume.

“Carver,” she whispers.

Sweat beads on her forehead as another wave of designation fever wracks her body.

Parker’s jaw tightens. He shifts his weight, blocking Carver’s path to her bed. “You needto rest first.”

The medical equipment beeps steadily in the background, but my focus is entirely on Harlow’s awakened omega senses. And I'm going to trust the process.

“Parker,” I murmur, touching his arm. “Let him through.”

“She’s pack,” he growls.

“She’s his,” I counter quietly. “Has been since they were kids. You can smell it.”

Harlow’s breathing quickens as another fever spike hits. “Please,” she whispers. “I need...”

“I’m here.” Carver pushes past Parker, taking her hand. “Thank god, Harlow. I thought—” A single tear drops on her cheek.

The instant connection between them is visible—her body relaxing, his tension easing.

I pull Parker back, giving them space. Sometimes being a good alpha means knowing when to step aside.

“Shush,” she purrs, holding his hand against her heart. “We’re going to be fine.”

“How did your interview go with the DRA?” I ask, taking a step forward, hoping she wants this pack as well as Carver, but I accept they have a history that nobody else shares with her.

“She was convinced I implanted myself.” Harlow laughs weakly, then winces. “Like I’d choose to hide who I really am.” Her hand trembles as she reaches for the water glass.

I grab it first, holding it steady for her. Her skin burns against mine. Is this Harlow’s omega heat starting to build now that her true nature is free?

“I feel so different,” she admits, pressing her palm to her chest. “Everything’s...heightened. Scents, touches. It’s overwhelming.”

Carver kisses her on the lips, drawing a soft whimper from her throat.

The sound strikes something primal in all the alphas in the room, but I recognize what’s happening here. My pack is jealous of Carver. I get it. I’ve seen their connection building since he arrived.

I step back and lean against the wall, watching her nostrils flare as new scents flood her system.

Her delicate fingers wrap around Carver’s wrist, bringing it to her nose. She inhales deeply, eyes fluttering shut. “Coconut...rum...vanilla.” A purr vibrates through her chest. “Mmm…and pineapple.”

All of the scents that I smell on her.

Her turquoise eyes lock with mine.

“Oliver?” She reaches out, beckoning me closer.

I step forward, offering my hand.

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