Page 118 of Knot Only His

Her cheeks flush pink. “I did. I felt your touch had burned into my skin where your hand touched my arm.”

My heart stutters. Even then, despite the implant, our connection had been undeniable.

Her phone buzzes, interrupting the moment. She answers, her expression shifting from confusion to shock.

“Yes, this is Harlow Foster.”

I watch her eyes grow wider as she listens. Tears start rolling down her cheeks.

Carver tenses beside her.

Oliver’s hand curls into a fist before he snatches the phone, putting it on speaker. “Who is this?”

“It’s Gerard Hoskins.”

“The sports agent?” Oliver’s eyebrows shoot up.

“Yes.”

He hands the phone back to Harlow, who wipes her tears. “Yes. I want the job.”

She pauses, glancing around at us, at her pack. “Yes I can start in two weeks. Can I work from home some days? I have a little boy I need to be home for.”

The love in my chest threatens to burst. Even in this moment of professional triumph, her first thought is of Jagger.

I watch as Harlow pulls back from her phone call, her hand trembling slightly. “Can we talk tomorrow? Tonight we’re celebrating. Thank you.”

She ends the call and stares at her phone like it might bite her.

Then her voice comes out in a whisper, “He... he offered me a job as a sports agent for his firm.”

My chest swells with pride as she continues, her words tumbling out faster than the tears rolling down her cheeks. “I did it.” Her voice is raspy. “He offered me tapered rates from four to ten percent, depending on the contract amount.” She turns to Carver, her eyes wide. “Your contract did it for him. He was impressed by how much you got.”

Carver just shrugs, his brilliant blue eyes soft as he looks at her. “I did nothing. You did it all.”

“But—”

“I knew one way or another I’d get you what you wanted.”

She leans forward, pressing her lips to his. His hand tangles in her hair as he pulls her onto his lap, kissing her like she’s his lifeline.

The sight makes my heart clench—but not with jealousy, with completion.

I catch Asher’s eye across the table, and Oliver’s gentle smile, and I know they feel it too. This is what makes our omega special. She’s not scared that she’s just accepted an alpha’s job as an omega.

That’s Harlow though. Whether it’s standing up in court for Jagger, or negotiating contracts, or simply knowing exactly what her alphas need. She can do it all.

She gives each of us exactly what we need, and I hope we can always do the same for her.

I clear my throat, watching Harlow and Carver get lost in each other. “Save some of those kisses for the rest of us, sweetheart.”

Harlow breaks away from Carver, her lips swollen and cheeks flushed. Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she looks around at all of us. “Oh, I want all your mouths on me tonight.” She runs her tongue across her bottom lip. “Everywhere.”

My cock hardens instantly at her words. Across the table, I see Asher shift in his seat while Oliver’s pupils dilate.

“Lucky for us Jagger’s staying with my parents tonight,” I say, my voice rougher than intended.

She slides off Carver’s lap, straightening her dress. “And tomorrow we’ll celebrate with him properly. Ice cream sundaes and that new video game he’s been begging for.”

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