Page 36 of Knot His Reality

There are too many options, but luckily, the door swings open, and I hold my breath.

The woman who steps out is on the shorter side, but taller than Brooke. She’s curvy in all the right places, and the dress she wears clings to those curves. Her black hair is curled, pulled back on one side as it falls just past her shoulders. Her light golden brown skin is flawless, and her red painted lips draw the eye.

She’s gorgeous, but when she smiles, I truly forget how to breathe.

“Hello, gorgeous,” she says, her voice raspy as she stops in front of me. There’s a hint of an accent, but it’s hard to pinpoint from so few words. “My name’s Camila Serrano.”

I stare into her dark brown eyes that are nearly black as hints of citrus and vanilla hit me. She’s a beta, and yet, she’s drawn my attention as like a moth to like—something usually reserved for alphas.

Apparently, I’ve forgotten how to speak as I continue to stare at her.

Camila’s smile gets bigger as she leans into me, placing her hand on my chest. “Are you okay,guapo?”

I know just enough Spanish to know she just called me handsome, and I flush.

“You’re breathtaking.” Shaking my head, I let out a snort of laughter. “It seems you’ve taken away my ability to think and speak.”

“It seems like you’ve recovered nicely.” She goes to take a step back, but when she goes to pull her hand away, I lay mine on top of it.

Camila raises an eyebrow. “Are you keeping my hand hostage?”

I shrug. “Maybe. At least for a little while. Will you tell me about yourself? And call me Remy, please. Orguapois fine if you prefer.”

“Of course, Remy.” Camila grins up at me. “I’m twenty-five and a beta. I run my family’s restaurant, Serrano’s. It’s been in our family for generations. If the stories are to be believed, our restaurant has been open since before the Event.”

“Wow. Really?”

She nods. “That’s the story that’s been passed down through the family. It’s hard to prove since so much was lost around then, but even if there have been some exaggerations, it’s been around at least since just after the Event.”

“That’s so cool that you have a piece of family history like that. Did you always want to run the restaurant? Do you have siblings?”

She taps her fingers against my chest. “So many questions,guapo. If I answer them all now, then what will we have to talk about later?”

“We still have time, so we have to talk about something,” I argue, beaming down at her.

“Okay, fine. I guess I’ll have to find something else to be mysterious about. I’m the oldest of three—I know, it’s a lot of kids considering the birth rates, but my parental pack is massive. My family is nothing but betas. I don’t think there’s been a single alpha or omega in our family tree for as far back as we track. It also seems that my family loves big packs. I have seven dads and four moms.”

My eyes widen at that revelation. While betas often join packs, I don’t know that I’ve heard of an all-beta pack quite that big before.

“I never thought it was out of the ordinary,” Camila continues. “My grandparents’ packs are just as big—or at least close to it. And when I say packs, I mean all eleven of them. My younger brother is sixteen and my younger sister is only seven. As the oldest, it was assumed I would be the one to take over the restaurant. Luckily, it’s what I wanted. I know if it wasn’t what I wanted, then they would’ve been supportive in whatever I decided to do, but they were glad when I told them I wanted to be the one to run it.

“It’s a blast. You’ll have to go once we’re back in Los Angeles. The only people who work there are family. Some work outside of the restaurant full time while others work part time elsewhere. Not me though. It’s my baby, and I can’t imagine working anywhere else. My earliest memories are from being at the restaurant while one of my moms or dads was working, sitting with my grandparents. It’s something not many people get to experience.”

I nod. “No kidding. My family has nothing we pass down from generation to generation, and here your family is with a whole restaurant. It sounds like your family is close. That’s always good. You can do anything when you have a family like that.”

“Yeah, we’re definitely close,” she confirms.

My attention hooks on Reginald, and I wrinkle my nose when I see him telling me to wrap it up. “Well, Camila. I’ve really enjoyed getting to know you, but Reginald looks like he’s going to have a heart attack if I don’t let you go so I can meet the next suitor.”

Camila’s laughter fills the air as I lean down to kiss her cheek. She turns her head at the last second, so I catch her lips instead. I groan, wanting to deepen the kiss but knowing our time is up.

“Damn,” I say, pulling back and finally releasing her hand. “I guess I should’ve just aimed for your lips.”

“Yes, you should have,” she agrees, trailing her fingers over my chest before allowing her hand to fall to her side. “I’ll see you soon.”

Just like I watched Rhys, I can’t seem to look away as Camila moves to join the alpha. Her hips glide from side to side, and my eyes lock onto her plump ass.

Damn.

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