Page 132 of Knot His Reality

“Fuck,” he hisses. “I can’t. I shouldn’t. No. Remy, you shouldn’t have done that.”

That’s when the door opens, and Lucas and Mike appear.

“No, Remy. Tell me you didn’t.” Lucas wipes a hand down his face. “They’re going to kill me.”

Quinn pulls away from me, and I’m forced to release my teeth. I blink at the three of them, trying to figure out what’s wrong.

“I didn’t bite him,” Quinn growls. “But I didn’t notice what he was doing until his teeth were already in me. Damn it. We’re knotted. It’s going to be at least twenty minutes before it deflates enough for us to separate.”

Lucas curses. “Yeah, okay. Mike and I will stand guard outside the door. The limo has already pulled around back, so we can leave as soon as you’re ready. I’m going to call Bree and let her know what’s happening. Donotlock this door.”

Quinn chuckles. “How could I?”

“Right. Yeah. We’ll leave you to it.” Lucas curses again, and I realize I’ve fucked up, but I’m not sure how.

My brain hasn’t fully engaged. I know I’m not in heat—this must have been a spike—but I don’t think this is why Quinn and Lucas are upset.

“What did I do wrong, alpha?” I ask, whimpering. I don’t like that I’ve upset all of them. Maybe I can make it better?

He buries his face in his hands. “You’re still in hazy omega land. You bit me, Remy.”

“Uh huh, because you’re mine.” I nod, wanting to understand.

“Did you discuss this with your pack? Did you already decide you were choosing me for your pack?”

I frown, closing my eyes. I hear his words, but they’re not quite making sense to me. It’s like I know what’s saying, but it’s just outside of my reach.

“Oh, fuck.” I groan when it hits me. “I’m so fucking sorry, Quinn. I marked you without your permission.”

Noticing my distress, Quinn shakes his head, lying back down and rolling me until he’s on his back and I’m laid across his chest. I lay my head on him as he starts purring.

“It’s okay, Remy. Just relax. We’ll figure it all out when we get back to the hotel.”

Squeezing my eyes shut, I try to bite back my tears, but I just can’t. They spill onto his chest as he purrs for me. He doesn’t try to tell me everything’s okay. He just holds me, and I really fucking hope I didn’t just ruin everything I’ve been building.

“You shouldn’t have fucked him!” Eric roars, jabbing a finger into Quinn’s chest.

“I thought he was in heat,” Quinn says softly, clenching his jaw. “He was acting like he was in heat. He smelled like he was in heat. I’d like to see you deny him what he was asking for when he was in that state.”

Victoria grabs Eric’s arm, hauling him away from Quinn as I pull the blanket over my head. I bite back a sob, not wanting anyone to know just how upset I am. I tried to explain to my pack that it was my fault, but they lost it on Quinn—even Bree and Tessa.

I wrap my arms around my legs, trying to make myself as small as I can as my tears fall.

I know I fucked up, but it wasn’t Quinn’s fault. He did everything right. He just wasn’t expecting me to bite him. I can’t blame him for that.

They shouldn’t either, but they’re not listening to me.

Lucas and Mike brought me straight to my suite once we made it to the hotel. Bree, Tessa, my pack, and the other suitors were gathered there, waiting to find out what happened. So I told them, with Quinn adding a few things here and there.

Then everyone started yelling and stopped listening to me.

It’s like they don’t hear me.

It’s like I don’t matter.

Is it because I messed up and they don’t want me anymore?

I can understand that, but it fucking hurts.

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