Page 9 of Knot His Reality

“And on that note, why don’t we head inside? Apparently, dinner is waiting for us.” Reginald hasn’t signaled to me to wrap it up, so I hope this is okay, but if I don’t get somewhere to clean up soon, I’m going to die from embarrassment.

Leading them over to Daniel and Bree, I introduce the Hawthorne pack to my other suitor before giving Bree a tight smile. “I think we’re ready for dinner.”

Bree’s eyes narrow as she watches me before nodding. “Tessa, why don’t you lead the others in? I need to chat with Remy for just a minute. We’ll join you shortly.”

“Of course. If the four of you will follow me, we’re going to head into the dining room. After dinner, we’ll give you a tour and show each of you to your rooms…”

I watch them walk away, only turning back to Bree when I can no longer hear Tessa.

“Are you okay?” she asks, getting right to the point.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Then why do you look so damn uncomfortable?”

Wrinkling my nose, I glance down at my tux. “Because I’m producing enough slick and pre-cum to drown a small child in. The last thing I need is for one of my suitors to notice or for the cameras to catch it.”

“First of all, there will be no mention of children and cum in the same sentence, okay? That’s just weird as fuck.” She wrinkles her nose, and I realize I could’ve chosen different words. Then her face softens. “I also understand why you’re freaking out, but you don’t need to. This is one of Evangeline’s designs from her omega line. They have a special lining to soak up all the fluids and a waterproof liner between it and the outside material to make sure there will be no embarrassing leaks.”

I gape at her, eyes wide. “Are you serious? I didn’t even know that was a thing.”

“It wasn’t until Evangeline designed it. She’s an omega, just like we are, so she understands. She has an entire line of omega clothing for both male and female omegas that allows us to live as normal of a life as we can without having to worry about embarrassing ourselves with bodily functions we can’t control.”

“That’s really fucking cool. After the show’s over, I’ll check it out. It’s not something I’ve had to deal with much until now, but did you see Pack Hawthorne? They’re so hot, I’m afraid I’m going to get a burn just by standing next to them.”

Bree’s head falls back as she lets out a howl of a laugh. She pats my arm and shakes her head. “The good news is that all the clothes we’ve provided for you are from her omega line.”

“That’s good to know. At least that’s one last thing I have to worry about.” Feeling a lot better, I grin. “Now, let’s get inside so I can eat. I’m starving.”

“For food or for your hot suitors?”

I snort. “Both. Definitely both.”

Chapter Three

Remington

I’mthefirstoneto make it to the dining room this morning, but that’s not surprising. I’m used to running on little to no sleep—especially when I make new discoveries. Considering it’s nearly nine, this is sleeping in for me. I usually make it to work by about seven in the morning and then stay until seven or later in the evening.

That’s something I’ll likely have to change when I leave here. I plan to choose a pack that respects my need to work, but even I can admit I’m a workaholic. That’s not how I want my pack life to begin. Because what good is it to have a pack if I only see them when I come home to eat and then crash?

That’s definitely not what I’m looking for.

I need a pack who will make sure I take better care of myself. Yes, I’m an adult and should be able to do that on my own, but if I’m lost in a problem I need to solve, it’ll never happen. I need pack mates who will tell me it’s time to put away my work and come home. A pack who will hold me quietly if I’m trying to work out a problem in my head. A pack who will love me even when I do get lost in my work. A pack who won’t give up on me.

“Good morning,” Milo chirps as he slumps into the chair beside me. “Please tell me there’s coffee.”

Before I have a chance to respond, the side doors open and a slew of people walk in, setting dishes onto the buffet that sits on one side of the room. They’re followed by a few others setting carafes on the table. I call out my thanks as they head out, receiving soft smiles and nods in return.

Milo snorts. “Is this what we can expect for meals going forward?”

“I dunno.” I shrug, grabbing the closest carafe labeled coffee and pouring it into my cup. Once I’ve finished, I offer it to Milo, and he takes it gratefully. “Yesterday was the first time it was more than just me for a meal, and they served us individual plates. Who knows?”

“As long as there’s coffee, I’ll be a happy man.” He adds sugar and creamer to his cup before lifting it to his lips, a moan spilling from him. “Damn, that’s excellent coffee.”

A hint of orange reaches my nose, and I realize the scent blockers have worn off. Trying to be as discreet as possible, I take a deep whiff of his scent and have to bite back a moan at his orange, cedar, and clove scent. He’s clearly bonded with his alphas, as there is still a hint of green tea and peach behind his scent.

It’s fucking delicious.

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