Page 34 of Knot His Reality

“They can fuck off.” I cross my arms over my chest, knowing I’m full-on pouting right now—which is in no way attractive on a grown man. Or at least not on this grown man.

Would it probably have been better to delay meeting the day three suitors? Yes, absolutely.

But I was losing my mind in my nest. Being alone in my nest isn’t what I needed. I need to be surrounded by people—even if they’re people I don’t know yet—so I won’t overthink everything in the damn world.

I close my eyes and take a few deep breaths, stretching my neck from side to side to release some of the tension. If only Quinn was here for another shoulder and neck massage.

I try to bite back a whimper at the thought, but it tumbles out of my mouth unbidden.

“Do you need something, Remy?” Reginald’s voice is soft as he moves closer to me, and I shrug. “Can you at least tell me why you whimpered?”

Lifting my head, I meet his gaze. “I was just thinking how nice it would be if Quinn was here to give me a neck and shoulder massage, like he did earlier. Sadly, that’s not possible.”

“To have Quinn do it? No, but if you’re comfortable with it, I give a damn good massage.” He grins when I frown at him, feeling like there’s some kind of catch to it.

Why is he offering to give me a massage? This doesn’t seem like an appropriate time.

“Why?” I finally ask, arms still crossed over my chest.

“Because you look like you’re really tense, and if a massage is what you need, that’s something I can help with.”

I consider him. “Won’t your omega be upset about you touching an unbonded omega?”

“Once upon a time? Yes. Not anymore, though. Tyler is used to me coming home smelling like other omegas since I started hostingHeated. He’s as possessive as they come, but he trusts me.“ He snorts. “If he didn’t trust the omegas on set, then his alpha wouldn’t be working here, would he?”

That makes sense, but part of me is still worried about upsetting Tyler. I only met him one time, but he seemed cool. I don’t want to upset him.

On the other hand, I’m so tense I can feel a headache brewing.

Finally, I sigh, shoulders slumping. “Yeah, okay. If you’re sure it won’t upset him.”

Which is how I find myself sitting in a chair beside the circular driveway with Reginald’s fingers digging into my aching muscles. There’s absolutely nothing sexual about it—except maybe the noises falling from my lips as muscle after muscle relaxes. When he’s done, I feel like a puddle of goo.

“I think you missed your calling,” I tell him as he helps me stand. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a massage that good.”

Reginald grins. “You’re lucky I like you. I usually reserve them for pack members only, so don’t go around telling everyone, alright?”

“Yeah, alright. And thank you. I really did need that. I probably would’ve bitten the heads off my suitors if they said one thing I didn’t like,” I admit.

He nods. “I kind of figured. If you think you’re good to go, we can let the driver know to head this way.”

I nod, taking my spot before turning to look over my shoulder at Finn and Tessa. “I’m sorry I was so foul with you.”

Finnegan snorts. “Remy, we both have omegas of our own. There are some times there is no reasoning with them, and that’s when we just have to take a step back until they work it out.”

“I’m still sorry. I rarely have to deal with having mood swings. Being on this damn show seems to pull out omega instincts I didn’t realize I had.”

Now it’s Tessa’s turn to snort. “If it makes you feel better, Bree had the same issue during season one. Not in the same way, but the emerging instincts? Yeah, that was something she had to work through.”

“It does make me feel better. Thank you.” My head jerks forward when I hear the sound of tires turning.

Just breathe, Remy. It’s just another suitor. You’ve got this.

I’ve already met eight suitors. What’s four more?

My eyes follow the limo as it drives around the circular driveway, stopping in the same place as usual.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

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