Page 119 of Knot His Reality

Alexei chuckles. “Now you have friends in high places, do you not?”

“I guess I do.”

“That brings our rose ceremony to an end,” Reginald says with a wide smile. “Come back next week to see our adventures in New York City. I personally love the city, and I’m so excited about this. We’ll see you then.”

I might not have found my pack onHeated, but I feel like I’ve found something so much more important—a family. It’s not what I was expecting to find, but I’m not mad about it either.

I’m young and this was my first attempt at finding my pack. I’ll just have to keep trying until I find them.

Chapter Twenty-nine

Remington

Ridinginaprivatejet is amazing. It’s not the first time I’ve been on Emilia’s company jet, but it’s the first time she’s not with me.

Honestly, I’m not sure I’d survive on a commercial flight after being spoiled.

There are eight plush leather seats that face the front of the plane, plus two L-shaped leather couches that can each sit another ten people each. There are two bathrooms available for anyone to use, and there’s a bedroom at the back of the plane with its own bathroom with a shower. It’s insane.

If I ever travel overseas, I’m definitely going to be hitting up my sister to use her plane.

“Not too much longer.” Milo is practically bouncing beside me on the couch, turned so he can stare out the window.

Camila is pressed against his side, peering out the same window. “I’ve never been to the East Coast,” she admits.

I snort. “I prefer not to—especially during winter, but here we are. Fates, I hate the cold.”

“You will be fine,” Nikolai assures me. “You have many people to keep you warm.”

“Also, it’s not winter. It’s spring.” Victoria pats my leg.

Neither of them is wrong, but I already know I’m going to be freezing. I wonder where we’ll be staying. Maybe the omega suite will have a fireplace. That would definitely make it worth traveling to NYC in April. I know they keep talking about how it’s not that cold, but I know for a fact that their lows are still in the forties, which is nearly freezing for someone who grew up in Southern California.

“This is your captain speaking. We’re approaching New York City now and will begin our final descent in just a moment. Please return to your seat and buckle your seat belts.”

The eleven of us are spread out along the couches, so it takes a few moments for us to adjust enough that we can pull a lap belt over ourselves.

Thirty minutes later, we’re exiting the plane at the private airport. I pulled on my heavy coat before leaving the plane, and I shiver as soon as the cool air hits me.

“So fucking cold,” I whine.

Eric wraps his arm around my waist and tugs me against him. “We just have to make it to the SUVs.”

I frown because they look so far away, but I know they’re only a hundred feet from us.

“I hate the cold.”

“Don’t worry,” Milo says drolly. “We can’t tell at all.”

Camila nods. “You look completely comfortable.”

“Don’t start with me, Milo and Mila. I never should’ve let you both in the pack. You’re trouble.”

Laughter surrounds me as I lean into Eric, but I don’t care. All I care about is getting into the warm SUV.

I’m still shivering when I settle into the back row of seats, Aubrey and Milo sitting on either side of me. It’s not until the doors all close and heat surrounds me that I let out a sigh of relief. “So much better. I could never live on the East Coast or up north anywhere.”

My pack are all in the car with me, as are Mike and Lucas. The other SUV has my five remaining suitors and Tessa. Bree brought three of her men with her—Emmett, Roman, and Onyx—plus her two children, so they’re in a third SUV.

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