Page 4 of Knot Only His

Something primal, even.

And seeing his best friend, Jenson, on her other side, shows me that this is something very real.

Have they formed a pack?

I should rush over there and stop them. I should slap her face and tell her to leave my man alone. But I’ve always known my time with Colton was borrowed, and now I can see we’ve come to an end.

You see, being an alpha girlfriend of an alpha man, I was never going to be able to keep him for the long-term.

I wish he did the right thing, though. It stings that he did it behind my back.

She whispers something to him, and his entire body turns toward her, like a flower seeking the sun.

Her omega scent must be perfect. The kind that makes alphas lose their minds. The kind I’ll never have.

Colton laughs.

My stomach drops to the floor and I suck back a sob I never realized was lingering there.

A warm hand steadies my waist. “Here’s your—” Carver’s voice cuts off as he takes in my face. “Have a drink.”

I take it, knock it back in one as bile rises in my throat. The tumbler in my hand slips, hitting the floor with a crack as splinters of glass scatter around my feet.

No one notices the crash over the thundering music.

Only Carver.

His grip tightens. “Don’t cry. Not here.”

I don’t want to get upset. I knew it would end one day.

I blink rapidly, fighting back tears that threaten to spill.

My chest constricts, each breath more painful than the last. “I need—” The words catch. “Bathroom. I need the bathroom.”

“I’ll take you.”

“No.” I pull away from his touch. “I just need a minute. Alone.”

I stumble into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. My hands shake as I pull out my phone and dial my sister Bardot’s number.

“Sis?” Her voice comes through clear despite the muffled bass outside.

“He’s—” My voice cracks. “Colton—He’s…he’s with someone else, and right in front of me. I know she’s an omega. I can tell.”

“What? That piece of—” Bardot’s voice rises. “Where are you? I’m coming to get you.”

“No. It’s too far away.”

“Where are you?” she asks again.

“I’m at some party.” I slide down the wall, not caring about my dress anymore. “I knew this would happen. I’m not...I’m not what he needs.”

“Stop that right now. Get your ass home. I’m coming over.”

“But—”

“No buts. You’re leaving that party. Now.”

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