Page 141 of Knot His Reality

“Our place is big enough,” Milo announces as he pushes back his plate. “Victoria inherited our place from her grandparents’ pack. There were how many of them, Vic? Twelve? That means the nine of us can fit with no problem.”

I glance up at Victoria and Eric. “Yeah?”

She nods. “Yeah, but if it’s not convenient for everyone, we can buy another house. I can always rent that one out if I need to.”

“I don’t care where we live. If I have to commute to work, then I have to commute to work. I just want us all to be together,” I tell her. Although, I really hope it isn’t too far from work. I hate the LA traffic.

“So why don’t we plan to stay at Victoria’s place for now, and we’ll see how it goes? We can always reassess later,” Riley points out.

“I like that plan,” I say with a grin, already finished with my second plate of food. “Now that we’ve decided that, I’m going back to bed. I need a nap and then I’ll need more food. Pretty sure that’s all I’m going to do today—eat and sleep.”

Camila yawns. “I’m down with that plan. I’m exhausted.”

“We all are. Come on, let’s all go lay down for a bit.” Carter stands before helping me to my feet.

As we return to my suite, I can barely keep my eyes open. Luckily, Carter has his arm wrapped around my waist to help me into the bed because otherwise, I think I would’ve just collapsed to the floor. I scoot into the middle of the bed, unsure if we’ll all fit, but I don’t have long to worry about that as I fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow.

Epilogue

Remington

Five and a half months later

“Comeon.Therehasto be something we can do.” I dig my hands into my scalp, frustration rolling through me.

I hate this so fucking much. I hate feeling useless.

I need to fix this, and I don’t know how.

“I’m sorry, Remington. I know this isn’t what you want to hear,” Ana Reyes’s voice filters through the speaker. “But what he’s doing is completely legal.”

“That makes no sense,” I spit out, trying my best not to yell. I don’t want to upset Emilia—she’s been through enough. Plus, my nephews are in the next room. “How can someone assault her, be convicted, and still sue for custody from jail?”

“This is a law I’ve been working on getting changed,” Chase Lewitt says softly, and I glance up to see genuine despair in his eyes through the video screen. “Emilia, you’re not the first one to get fucked over by this asinine law. But it’s so hard trying to get omega laws changed when people are still so worried about how few of us there are. It doesn’t help that Sophia is about to pop. Things are hectic around here. A lot of my work has been pushed to the side.”

“Thank you, Chase. I know you do a lot for omegas in our country,” Emilia says with a soft smile. “But the laws aren’t going to change overnight. I just don’t know what to do. I’m not letting him anywhere near my baby. If he could do that to me, then what could he do to my children?”

Carter grabs my hand, forcing me back into my seat at the conference table. Tessa and Bree had my pack bring my sister in so we could figure out what the hell we could do for her. Right now, it’s looking like a whole lot of nothing.

“My boss let me review the case against him since it’s already closed.” Carter shakes his head. “You did everything right. You immediately went to the hospital and had the kit run. The case was open and shut. He received the usual punishment for a case like this. Two months in alpha rehab, followed by six months in jail. The reason he was able to file the suit against you is because he’ll be out by the time the baby comes.”

Emilia was sexually assaulted back in May by her COO. She got a bad batch of suppressants and ended up going into heat. She was only in the office to get a few things wrapped up. No one was supposed to be there, butheknew she would be there. He planned it—I know he did. Even if the judge said there wasn’t enough proof to move his crime from a misdemeanor to a felony. While it was clear he had assaulted her, his lawyers spun it to say she sent him into a rut, and he couldn’t help himself.

It’s all a bunch of bullshit and just proves how alpha-leaning our justice system really is.

“Emilia, there is a way out of this, but I don’t think you’re going to like it,” Ana tells her pointedly. “The only way you’re going to be able to win this case is to be part of a pack. I know it isn’t fair, but our current laws will always favor an alpha parent over an omega parent—citing your heats to make you appear as an unfit parent. Because you’ll be incapacitated during that time and won’t be able to take care of your children. Yes, you can take suppressants, but you’re all the proof they need to say they’re not foolproof.”

“No.” Emilia shakes her head. “I don’t want a pack. I already had a pack and lost them.”

Ana sighs. “I’m sympathetic to your situation, Emilia, but as your stand-in attorney, I’m telling you this is the only way for you to keep custody of that baby. And remember, it’s not just your unborn child that’s at stake here. If you’re ruled as an unfit parent, they’ll take your boys away, too.”

Fuck. I can’t let that happen.

“Where are we going to find you a pack in what? Five months?” I curse. There has to be a way.

“I just told you, I don’t want a pack, Remy. I need to do this on my own.”

“Emilia.” Chase waits until my sister is looking at the screen again. “Ana is right. I’ve done a lot of research on cases like yours, and the only time an omega has won is if they’re part of a pack. The judicial system will not rule in an omega’s favor if they’re single. I’m sorry, but if you want to keep your children, you’re going to have to find a new pack.”

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