Page 113 of Knot Only His

Harlow looks at me and asks, “Is that how you felt, waiting, hoping?”

“Yeah, but it's worse when you know what you want, but she doesn't want you.”

Her eyes meet mine. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. We’re here. We’re together.”

She smiles as she flips a page.

I lean against the door frame, watching her fingers trace the words.

“Oh my god, listen to this.” She flips another page. “‘Tonight, I could smell an omega who made my alpha roar inside me. It was in Club Midnight, of all places. But she was wearing scent blockers. Not that it blocked her scent totally, but it definitely altered her scent. And I assumed she never wanted to be an omega.’”

“Was that you?” I move closer.

“I think so.” Her cheeks flush. “I felt it too. His scent... He smelled exactly like you, minus the rum.”

I can’t help but smile. “He’s been rejecting potential mates for years because of Jagger. He told me himself.”

She bites her bottom lip and then continues reading aloud. “‘Two weeks later and I met her. The girl with the beautiful scent.’ Then he writes about the first day we talked at work, when I gave him the itinerary for the Vegas trip.” Her voice catches. “He knew it was me, but he called me ‘Colton Sinclair’s girlfriend.’”

She flips a few pages forward, scanning the words as she goes.

She laughs. “They journaled my visit to Asher for a massage.” She looks at me and then goes back to the journal and reads.

“‘It turns out she isn’t Colton’s girlfriend anymore. That was a surprise, and Oliver is doing back-flips.’”

Footsteps sound behind me. A moment later, Parker stands in the doorway, his expression unreadable.

Harlow scrambles to close the journal. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“I have no secrets from you.” Parker moves into the room, his eyes soft.

I pull out the packs’ bond application from my back pocket. The one Parker asked me to look at and think about myself. I place the papers on Parker’s desk.

Harlow’s perfume spikes with what I hope is joy as she picks them up.

“When?” She looks between us. “When will you all commit?”

Parker steps forward. “Now, if you want to.”

Harlow’s fingers wrap around my hand, her eyes pleading.

My heart pounds as I take the pen. She nods, and without hesitation, I sign my name on the legal document.

Her smile lights up the room, and her scent wraps around me like the most beautiful embrace.

Oliver grabs the pen next, adding his signature to the paper, and pressing a kiss on Harlow’s lips. Asher follows, his steady hand marking his commitment.

Parker cups Harlow’s face. “We’ll claim you when you’re ready. All of us. But I want you to want that—all of us claiming you together.”

“What do I do?” Her voice trembles. “To be claimed. Tell you?”

“You present your neck to one of us, which means you are representing it to all of us.”

“That’s easy.” Her scent shifts to something sweeter, more intense.

Parker moves closer. “The moment you present your neck, you’re ours. We won’t be able to stop ourselves.”

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