Page 10 of Knot His Reality

Instead of preparing my coffee, I’ve been watching Milo, but at the sound of his moan, I hurry to doctor mine. A sigh slips past my lips upon the first sip, and when I turn back to Milo, I find him watching me.

He grins, nodding his head toward my cup. “Are you a coffee addict like me?”

“I don’t know if I’m an addict…” I trail off, thinking about how much coffee I consume during any given day before nodding. “Yes, I am a coffee addict.”

“Oh, gods, there’s two of them,” a feminine voice bemoans, and I turn to find Victoria and Eric stepping into the room. “Good morning, Remington.”

I glance between the two of them, thinking about how unfair it is that they look so put together—not to mention hot. And not just the two of them but Milo too.

So. Damn. Hot.

They take their seats beside Milo, looking at me expectantly, and I realize I’ve just been gawping at them.

Damn it.

“Morning.” Tearing my eyes away from the three of them as I jump out of my seat. “There’s coffee and juice in the carafes. I’m not sure what we have for breakfast, but it’s all over here.”

I grab a plate and lift the first lid, practically melting as the scent of bacon hits me. I stack some on my plate, hesitating for a moment before adding more. One can never have too much bacon.

Yes, please.

The other dishes hold scrambled eggs, hash browns, pancakes, French toast, and sausage. I take a little bit of everything except for the pancakes because I’m not a fan. I’ll take waffles over pancakes any day.

Turning back toward the table, I find Victoria, Milo, and Eric hovering just behind me. I startle, eyes wide as I make sure none of my food falls off my plate. All three of their scents hit me at once. Victoria is the source of the peach beneath Milo’s scent. Her scent is peach, mango, and sandalwood. A combination that makes me think of a cold drink in my hand while lying on the beach. Eric’s is calming—which is usually something reserved for betas—green tea and lemongrass with just enough punch to it that there’s no mistaking this alpha for a beta.

Smelling the full strength of their combined scents has me ready to strip down and present myself to them—which is more than a little overwhelming.

“You can’t sneak up on an omega like that—especially not one holding food. Do you know what would’ve happened if I would’ve dropped that? None of you want to deal with an omega tantrum over wasted food when they’re hungry.”

Victoria smiles as she steps closer. “Do we make you uncomfortable, Remington?”

As much as I love the sound of her saying my name, it’s not what I want her to call me.

“Call me Remy, please.”

“Of course, Remy, but that doesn’t get you out of answering the question.” She lifts a single eyebrow—something I could never dream of doing—as she watches me.

“Maybe a little,” I murmur, ducking my head. I don’t want to admit how they make me feel, but a relationship shouldn’t be built on a lie—even if it’s a minor one.

She steps closer, running a hand over my arm. “We’d prefer if you were comfortable with us, Remy. If we do something that makes you uncomfortable, you just need to let us know.”

I wave her off. “It’s nothing you’re doing that’s making me uncomfortable. It’s just how hot you all are.”

Her smile only grows. “Well, I’m glad to hear that, but unfortunately, there’s nothing we can do to change that.”

“I don’t want you to,” I blurt out, shaking my head. “I’m just going to sit at the table and eat my breakfast.”

While I die of embarrassment is the part I don’t add.

Eric clears his throat, leaning close as I try to move around them. “In the future, one of us would like to prepare your plate for you, omega.”

“Oh.” It practically comes out as a squeak as I swallow hard.

“Go eat, Remy. They’ll keep you standing here all morning with their alpha bullshit.” Milo scoffs, stepping between me and his alphas.

I nod, feeling like a bobblehead, as I hurry back to my seat.

Is this what I have to look forward to for the next eight weeks? Because if so, I’m not sure I’ll survive.

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