Page 130 of Knot Only His

“Not possible.”

He laughs as he fires the engine.

The drive passes quickly, and when we arrive at my new office building, Asher pulls me close before I can exit the car. His sweet scent wraps around me.

“I never thought I could love someone this much,” he confesses, his green eyes intense. “It scared me at first.”

“Really?”

“I never thought it could be real.”

“Especially with Parker’s resistance to finding our omega...”

I sit and listen. I feel he needs to tell me.

“I almost left the pack.” His admission stuns me. “I couldn’t take it anymore. But it was Oliver who convinced me to stay. He said you were coming into our lives soon, and Parker won’t know what hit him.”

“How did Oliver know?”

“Will you be upset if I told you he set Colton up with the omega, not Carver?”

I shake my head. "Carver admitted it was him."

"He didn't he just let Colton think it."

I smile. “Did Oliver and Carver plan everything?"

Asher laughs. "It wouldn't surprise me if there was some off-ice rivalry."

I shake my head. "But how did Oliver know I’d come to Los Angeles?”

He clears his throat. “He just knew. Fated mates can’t keep away from each other.”

“Does he know Holly by any chance?”

“Holly Ramsay did work for the Raiders.”

“My friend helped Oliver?” My voice lifts an octave. “Wait until–”

“You love it really,” Asher says, laughing. “Though I have to admit, I’m not sure Oliver expected Carver to move to LA.”

“Me neither.” I thread my fingers through his.

“And it’s okay. I’m not upset with anyone. How could I be when it led to us?” I squeeze his hand tighter. “I’m glad you never left. I know this pack wouldn’t be complete without you. I would have felt that.”

“If I’d left...” He shakes his head. “I would’ve spent my life pining for you after seeing you with this pack.”

“Well, you didn’t leave.” I squeeze his hand once more before releasing it from his. “And now you’re stuck with me forever. But I need to get to work.”

He lands a playful smack on my ass as I climb out of his car. “Go get ‘em, omega.”

I snap into a mock salute. “Yes, sir!”

He wiggles his eyebrows.

I lean back in my garden chair, taking in the twinkling lights strung across our backyard. The evening air is warm—perfect—with just enough breeze to carry the mingled scents of my pack across the gathering.

“So, how’s the new job?” Bardot leans forward, wine glass dangling between her fingers.

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