Page 63 of Knot His Reality

As a beta, his sugar and nectarines scent is lighter but no less delicious smelling than Taylor’s.

“I’m a fan of baths myself,” I admit. “But I usually make do with a shower that’s probably too long and too hot.”

They both chuckle as Carter pours my coffee, pausing only long enough to ask how I take it. When he pushes it into my hands, I can’t help smiling as I lift it to my lips.

I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone who wanted to take care of me as much as these suitors have. That’s probably a little telling about the caliber of men and women I’ve dated over the last few years.

“Good morning,” Riley calls as he steps into the room, pausing when the side doors open and the food is brought over to the buffet. His hair is dry and already styled. If Carter hadn’t told me he was taking a shower, I never would’ve known. “Well, it seems I have good timing.”

“Me, too.” Ian appears beside Riley with his usual easy smile. “Which is good because I’m starving.”

Ian walks straight for the buffet, but Riley veers toward us and comes to a stop beside my chair as he offers me his hand. “I’d be delighted if you’d allow me to make your plate for you, Remy.”

My face flushes as I place my hand in his, and his scent nearly bowls me over. Buttercream, prosecco & blackberries—hot damn, this man smells sweet as hell.

Carter snorts as he pushes to his feet. “Don’t get too used to that. Even with how much he’s changed since our last foray on the show, he’s usually more worried about his hunger than me.”

“Is that so?” I ask, eyes finding Riley’s, and he shrugs.

“My beta rarely lies, but that doesn’t mean I can’t attempt to learn how to be a better alpha, right?”

It’s my turn to shrug as he pulls me to my feet and walks me toward the buffet, Taylor just behind us. “Just know I don’t need anyone to get my food for me. I’m perfectly capable of not only making a plate but making myself food.”

“Just because you can do something, doesn’t mean you have to,” Taylor offers with a cock of her eyebrow. “Let the alpha spoil you.”

“I was planning on it,” I assure her, already pointing out what I’d like as Riley grabs a plate.

Ian offers me another smile as he heads back to the table, leaving behind a trail of fennel, orange, and peppermint scent.

He manages to make his own plate at the same time, and then the five of us sit down and eat.

I don’t know who Tessa and Bree have hired to do their cooking, but it’s divine. Everything I’ve had here has been amazing, but the breakfast has been a nod above the rest. That’s probably because I love breakfast. I’d eat it for every meal of the day if I didn’t know I’d tire of it eventually.

There’s a little bit of conversation around the table, but we mostly focus on our food.

I pour myself another cup of coffee as Bree and Tessa join us.

“Good morning, Remy and suitors.” Bree smiles as her eyes move around the room. “It’s almost time for your date, but we were hoping we could borrow Remy for a few minutes?”

I nod, already standing. “Of course. Am I good to bring my coffee with?”

“Feel free to bring it. I know better than to stand between an omega and their coffee.” Tessa laughs, the two of them leading me to the living room. “Why don’t you have a seat?”

Frowning, I do just that. “What’s going on? Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?”

I hate this so much,is all I can think to myself as anxiety presses down on my chest.

How can I go from enjoying a meal with suitors to practically frozen with anxiety? This shouldn’t be possible, and yet, here I am—proof that anything is possible.

“Of course you didn’t do anything wrong.” Bree sits beside me, her champagne and berry scent holding hints of her mates’ scents as she takes my hand. “We know you’ve been worried about Lorenzo, and we received a phone call from the hospital this morning. He’s awake.”

Lifting a hand to my chest, I hold it there as if I can will my pounding heart to slow down. “Thank goodness. I’ve been so worried. Is he okay?”

“That’s the other reason we wanted to talk to you.” Tessa settles on the coffee table in front of me, her pear, lavender, and sandalwood scent woven through with blackberry and something sweet, undoubtedly from her omega mates. “Lorenzo was the one who called us. He knows he won’t be on the show any longer, but once he’s been released, he’d like to come speak with you. You’re not required to have anything further to do with him, but if that’s something you want, then we’ll make sure it happens.”

He wants to see me even though he knows he can’t be a part of my pack? That’s…actually, I’m not sure how I feel about that—which is exactly what I tell them.

“And that’s okay. He doesn’t know how much longer he’ll be in the hospital. He didn’t go into any details, but he did say they’d be keeping him in for observation for a few days at least.” Tessa runs a hand through her red hair. “You don’t owe him anything, but for now, why don’t you just worry about your suitors and your date today? Once we know when he’ll be released, we can revisit the topic.”

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