Page 71 of Knot Your Baby

I know she is letting me know underhand that she needs my help.

“What exactly happens there?” I choose to ignore it.

“The omega calls the shots.” She perches her ass on the edge of my desk. “We tell them what we want in an alpha—or alphas. Some omegas prefer just one, others want a perfect pack to take them through their heat.”

“And birth control?”

“Compulsory. We have to prove we’re on it, or they make us get an IUD. It’s just about getting an omega through her heat, nothing more. It’s a no strings attached arrangement.”

I nod my head slowly. “Which centers are you talking to in LA?”

Her perfectly shaped eyebrows draw together. “Why the sudden interest?”

I lean back in my chair. “Zane brought home this omega. Claims she got pregnant at one of these places. Something feels off.”

“Very naughty. If she is found out, she could lose the baby.” She shakes her head. “Do you think she targeted your brother? I mean, to make other people think the baby is his?”

I shrug my shoulders, trying to look nonchalant. “Maybe. He’s vulnerable around omegas normally. But she’s telling him everything he wants to hear and I’m afraid he is an easy target for an omega looking for security.”

“What’s her name?”

“Freya Rose.”

“Surname?”

“Oh. I don’t know.” I thought that Freya Rose was her full name. And that’s something else for me to think about.

Maya’s lips curve into a smile. “Leave it with me. I’ll play detective and do some digging. If she booked herself into a wellness center, her details, and the alpha’s details, will be easy to find.”

“And if she got pregnant by one of those alphas?” I muse. “Is she obligated to tell him?”

“I don’t know, but I’ll find out for you, Mr. Stone.”

I check my watch, I should be home but my mind keeps drifting to Freya, to that scent that is so familiar. I tap my pen against themarketing proposal, not really seeing the words anymore, when I hear Maya’s heels click across my office floor.

She drops a manila folder on my desk, her red lips curved in a satisfied smile. “You owe me big time for this. These are all the Freya Roses who attended wellness centers nine to ten months ago. I took the initiative to narrow it down based on the baby’s age.”

I flip open the folder, scanning the documents inside. Three entries catch my eye:

Freya Rose Adams at Brentwood. Brunette, blue eyes, five-two. Requested four Spanish looking alphas. No scent preference listed.

Freya Rose McCarthy from Downtown LA center. Red hair, blue eyes, five-five. Wanted fruity-scented alphas.

Freya Rose...just Freya Rose. Another from the Downtown LA center. Platinum blonde, green eyes, five-seven. Three alphas requested. Vanilla scent preference.

“Vanilla?” I mutter, frowning at the page.

I tap my pen over Freya Rose McCarthy, underlining fruity-scented alphas. “Will you find me more details on this omega?” Red hair, same name, and I know she has a strawberry scent—it must be our house guest.

“Of course, Mr. Stone.” Maya leans against my desk, her skirt riding up. “Speaking of heat cycles. I’ve been monitoring my temperature and the calendar and mine’s definitely coming up in the next couple of weeks. I could cancel my center booking if you and your pack were interested...”

“No.” I don’t look up from the papers.

“But—”

“And get me more information on the alphas who attended these sessions. One of them must be the father.”

She straightens, crossing her arms. “Why does it matter so much?”

---