Page 97 of Knot His Reality

“Okay. Cool. I was planning to just do this simply and let you know it wasn’t going to work, but if this is the way you’re going to behave, then let’s do this.” He straightens his shoulders, taking a deep breath before continuing. “Let’s talk about how you said we shouldn’t have been left alone because my omega instincts could ‘get the better of me.’ Or how you ordered my food because otherwise, we’d be there all night because omegas are so indecisive. How you acted as if I was barely an adult who can’t do anything for myself.”

Taylor’s face remains placid. “I stand by my statements. I didn’t say or do anything wrong, but you’re the one who blew up in the middle of a restaurant before storming out. All you did was prove my point to me.”

“I hate to tell you, Taylor, but backward thinking like that is never going to land you an omega. We are people, and we are more than our designation. And we’re definitely not the stereotypes you seem to believe we are.” He practically throws the black rose at her. “I wouldneverchoose someone like you for my pack.”

Taylor looks like she’s going to say something else, but Tessa steps up beside her and wraps her hand around the other female’s arm. “If you’re so damn worried about your reputation, I’d keep that mouth closed if I were you and leave the stage immediately.”

Taylor squares up like she’s getting ready to fight Tessa, but Tessa’s having none of it. Even from where I stand, I can feel her alpha presence, as she almost seems to grow right before our eyes. “Leave the stage before I have you escorted off it,” she barks, more power behind it than I thought Tessa had.

Taylor tries to fight against it, but clearly, she isn’t as strong as she thinks she is as she ducks her head and hurries off the stage.

Bree and Reginald are speaking to Remington quietly, but they must have turned off their microphones because I can’t hear anything they’re saying. When Taylor reaches the group of suitors, those nearest to her move away, leaving her to stand alone.

She fucking deserves it.

“Next, will Pack Hawthorne join us on the stage?” Reginald’s voice sounds out around us, surprising me. I take Victoria’s hand and we follow Milo to the stage. My eyes remain on Remy, trying to figure out if he’s doing okay. It would be understandable if he wasn’t after the shit Taylor had just pulled.

I’m kind of glad he didn’t tell us last night or we would’ve ended up kicked off the show for fighting. Victoria would not have let that shit go. Though she might look completely at ease to those around us, I can practically feel the rage coming off her in waves. I know Milo can too, as he reaches back to take her other free hand.

By the time we reach Remy, she’s calmed down enough that her scent no longer smells off. The last thing we want is for him to think any of us are upset with him.

“I want to start off by saying thank you. When I asked you to come to my suite, you came—no questions asked. You didn’t force me to talk when I wasn’t ready. You just did what I asked for when I asked you to hold me.” Remy plucks three red roses from the vase, and I forget how to breathe.

Is he going to ask us to join his pack? Is this really happening right now?

Holy shit, I think it is.

“You were everything I needed when I felt like I was falling apart. You centered me and helped me relax enough to fall asleep. That might not sound like much, but to me, it’s everything.” His hands shake a little as he offers us the roses. “You’re everything—all three of you. From Milo’s playfulness to Eric’s stoic nature to Victoria’s quiet strength. It’s everything I didn’t know I was looking for. It would be an honor if the three of you would become the first members of my pack.”

“Umm…duh. As if there’s any question about it.” Milo grabs a rose and kisses Remy, dipping him backward before righting him. Both men are grinning when they break apart.

Victoria sighs. “I feel like that should’ve been my job to agree to it, Milo.”

Our beta doesn’t even look sorry as he shrugs, and I can’t help chuckling.

“I’d love nothing more than to be your alpha, Remington. Thank you for trusting us. Even if we’re not ready to say we love one another yet, the feelings are there and they’re growing every day.” With her heels on, Victoria is nearly as tall as our omega—how weird is it to call him ours—so she has no trouble leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek before stepping back.

I take the rose, trying to figure out what to say to him, but I don’t have the words to tell him what he means to me—to our pack. I always have this problem. It’s why I’m as quiet as I am. It’s like words escape me every time I need them.

I’m more a man of action, anyway. I take the rose from him and pull him into my embrace. I use my kiss to tell him everything I can’t say with words.

You’re amazing.

I want you more than I’ve wanted anything in my life.

I’m falling in love with you.

You’re exactly what my pack needs.

You complete us.

We’re both panting when we break apart, and I cup his cheek. “Thank you.”

Remington’s smile lights up his face as he gives me a small nod. I feel like he’s telling me he understands.

His smile doesn’t fall as he steps back, and Tessa nods for us to exit the stage.

Right. We can’t stay up here for the rest of the ceremony. I lead my pack mates back to the other suitors, who call out their congratulations quietly as Remy turns back to face us.

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