Page 20 of Knot His Reality

“Thank you, Bree.” Forcing a smile, I push to my feet. “Daniel, would you like to hang out with us? Unless you want to be alone—which I can completely understand.”

“That sounds much better than being by myself,” he admits. “We could order dinner and watch a movie or two?”

Milo claps his hands with a smile. “That sounds like the perfect way to decompress.”

Which is how I find myself in the theater, sitting between my mates with a pile of food surrounding us and Daniel. It turns out Milo was right—it’s exactly what I need to unwind after the stress of meeting Remington and our first date.

I can’t wait until Saturday when we’ll see him again, even if it’s just to prove to myself that we have a connection.

Chapter Five

Remington

AsTessaleadsmedown the walkway, I wonder what my suitors are doing now that they’ve been sequestered to the top two floors. I really enjoyed my date with them today and have already added the plush from Milo and the blanket from Eric to my nest.

Both smell like them, and I’m tempted to sleep in there tonight so I can be surrounded by their scents—even as faint as they are.

Alas, that’s a decision for me to make later. Now, I get to meet my next four suitors.

I don’t feel nearly as anxious or panicked as I did yesterday, which surprises me. I expected another panic attack or at least some minor hyperventilating.

Not that I’m complaining. Gods, I surely am not.

Holy shit. Am I getting anxious about not being anxious enough?

Tessa turns her head as I snicker. “What’s so funny, Remy?”

“I think I was trying to psych myself up—getting anxious over not being anxious enough about meeting my next suitors.” I shrug, knowing just how dumb that sounds.

Tessa just grins, shaking her head. “You’re a special one, that’s for sure, Remington Montgomery.”

That’s me—always the special one.

“Hey, Remy! Good to see you!” Reginald grins as I park my ass in the chair across from him. He does a quick interview with me, talking about my suitors and our date. I can’t help gushing over the gifts they gave me.

I’m sure most omegas expect gifts, but that’s just never been something I’ve wanted or needed. Probably because I didn’t think I needed or wanted a pack.

Today’s date made me realize just how much Iwanta pack despite always knowing I needed one. I might have ignored it, but I always knew something was missing from my life. I was just too stubborn, thinking I didn’t need anyone.

Even if that was true, I should’ve wanted a pack to share my life with. I guess part of me did, but I just suppressed it.

Putting those thoughts out of my mind, I follow Tessa and Reginald to the circular driveway and take my spot. Nerves rush through me the longer I stand there, waiting to hear the limo turning into the driveway.

What’s taking so long?

Did something happen on the way to drop off my next suitor?

Did they change their mind?

Am I going to be left standing here like an idiot waiting for someone who isn’t coming?

“Take a deep breath, Remy. You’re doing it again,” Bree murmurs, and I startle.

Where the hell did she come from?

I don’t bother asking the question, thankful she ripped me from my thoughts.

Sometimes, the inside of my head is a scary place to be.

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