Page 94 of Knot His Reality

Shaking my head, I pull her to where two massage tables have been set up. There are two beta women standing beside them with smiles.

“A massage? Hell, yes.” Camila jumps up and down. “I can’t remember the last time I had a massage.”

One of the women holds up a set of bathrobes. “You can change into these if you’d like.”

“Why?” I ask. “We’ll have to get naked anyway, won’t we?”

“Yes, but not everyone is willing to just get naked,” the second woman says with a laugh. “I’m Brenda, and this is Charlotte. We can step out if you just want to get on the tables.”

Glancing at Camila, she shrugs. “I’m fine with that.”

Brenda and Charlotte step into the sitting room while we undress. I know I should avert my eyes, but neither of us seems to be able to look away as we strip. My eyes rove over her figure, curvy in all the right places, with just enough softness to make her perfect in my eyes.

My cock hardens against my thigh as I take in her large breasts, pink pussy, and thick thighs. When I glance up, I find her eyes locked on my cock, and I sigh.

“We better get on the tables.” Regret fills my voice as I step away from her and do just that. “The last thing we need is for the two of them to come into a room filled with my perfume.”

Camila laughs as she climbs onto her table. “Yeah, that’s a good call.”

We call out that we’re situated, and once Brenda begins my massage, I forget about everything else.

With each muscle she loosens, I can almost feel my headache lessening. It might be mind over matter making me think that, but I already know my routine is doing its job.

Once we’re done with the massages, I lead Camila into the bathroom—trying my damnedest to ignore our nudity—where a steaming bath awaits us. I help her in before stepping in and sitting opposite her. It’s best to keep myself out of temptation’s reach. My cock might think we’re up to sex, but the rest of my body knows better.

We wash away the oils used in the massage before just enjoying the silence and hot water. Next, we’ll do face masks. By then, hopefully, this headache will be no more. Then we’ll be able to enjoy the indoor picnic that should be getting set up as we speak.

All I can do is hope that Camila is enjoying this as much as I am. There’s just something about having her here with me, her beta scent drifting around me and making me relax even more. How I’ve grown comfortable enough with this woman over the course of two weeks that I can share a bath with her—while not jumping her bones—is crazy.

I’m not sure I’d feel comfortable with Victoria or even Milo in here with me.

But isn’t that the point of a pack? Expecting one person to give you everything you need is setting yourself up for disaster. There are things not everyone can provide, so we build a pack until we all have what we need.

And with that happy thought, I sigh and settle further into the water, ready to knock this headache to the curb.

Thursday brings my date with Quinn, Gracie, and Nolan. We end up at the hot springs, eating and relaxing for a few hours. Gracie seems forlorn, her thoughts elsewhere for most of it, and I think it’s because she’s thinking about Rhys. As happy as I am that they’ve found one another, I’d rather if she wasn’t wishing she was elsewhere when she’s with me. I’m not sure how I feel about that.

It does allow me a chance to get to know Quinn and Nolan better. Nolan is finally finding his footing with the suitors and is coming out of his shell more. He’s always kind, but he doesn’t always have something to add to the conversation which means he just listens quietly. It’s not a bad thing, but it also makes it harder to get to know him.

On Friday, I have my last date of the week, a solo date with Taylor. I haven’t been able to spend a lot of time with the female alpha, and I’m glad I decided to take her out, just the two of us. There’s a small restaurant with live music called The Velvet Hour. It’s like a restaurant club combination. I’ve never been before, but I thought it would be interesting to check it out.

As we step inside, I smile at the intimate setting. The lights are low, with candles lighting the tables. On stage there’s a band playing music softly, a kind of jazzy sound. Instead of tables, there are booths with privacy curtains. It’s kind of awesome.

We’re led to the second floor, where we’re sat in a corner booth that’s big enough to fit at least ten or twelve people. I scoot in toward the center, expecting Taylor to join me, but she sits on the edge. It leaves me wondering if I scoot closer to her, but she also chose to sit that far from me, so I’m not sure that she wants to sit that close to me.

Indecision wars in me as the server hands us our menus and asks for our drink order. I don’t know what I want to drink. I haven’t even decided if I should sit closer to Taylor yet, and I’m expected to make another decision.

Panic rises, sinking into my chest as I try to get my mouth to move and give the poor woman an answer, but it just seems impossible.

“We’ll just take water for now,” Taylor says with a tight smile. The server nods and goes to shut the curtain, but Taylor stops her. “You can leave it open.”

Now, I’m frowning. The entire reason I brought her here was to be able to get to know her better, to give us the privacy to do so. We don’t even have a camera crew with us because of how the restaurant is set up. Tessa had cameras mounted in and around the booth, so they’d still be able to film us with the curtain closed as it’s meant to be.

Swallowing, I clear my throat. “The curtains are meant to be closed for privacy.”

“I don’t want anyone thinking something untoward is happening with the two of us in here alone,” she responds. “It’s fine that you went on dates with betas alone, but alphas and omegas shouldn’t be left alone without a chaperone. Allowing them to be unsupervised means the omega’s instincts could get the better of them. Which is why I’m surprised they allowed us to come here without a camera crew.”

For a moment, I think she’s joking, but the longer I stare at her, the more I realize that she’s serious. “Umm…you know that’s not actually a thing, right? Omegas aren’t ruled by our instincts when we’re not in heat.”

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