Page 3 of Knot His Reality

She shrugs again. “You’re not wrong. As for the rose ceremonies, they will always be held on Saturday nights, but you don’t have to wait for rose ceremonies to hand out roses—except for black and red. Those can only be handed out during a rose ceremony. That doesn’t mean you have to wait until Saturday to give those out—all you have to do is let me or Tessa know, and we can set up an extra ceremony.”

Mindy runs her hands through my hair as she works product into it, and I have to fight back a whine. I’ve always loved when people play with my hair. Maybe that’s why I refuse to take care of it myself. Eventually, someone will tell me it’s been too long and take care of it for me. It makes it a whole lot easier on me this way. She steps around me and glares at me. “No more talking. I’m going to clean up your beard. If you talk, you’re going to lose the whole damn thing.”

Which is also something I don’t want. I look like a damn teenager without facial hair. No one wants that.

I sit in silence as she takes the beard trimmers to my face, and within a couple of minutes, she’s stepping back with a smile. “So much better.”

She makes quick work of brushing the hair onto the sheet they put down—which I just noticed—before pulling off the cape.

“Now, that’s what an omega looking for his pack should look like,” Bree says with a grin as the two of us stand.

I shrug, trailing after her into the sitting room. My eyes find the mirror of their own accord, and I’ll admit I look a lot better than I did when I arrived in Rancho Mirage. Bree’s right—I should care what I look like now that I’m actively seeking out a pack.

Or is it like lying to them since I’m terrible at keeping up with it?

Eh, whatever. It’s not like I could’ve been filmed for the show looking as unkempt as I did.

“Any other questions?” she calls over her shoulder as we step out of my suite.

“Good evening, Remington.” Tessa smiles, nodding her head as she joins us. “Are you ready for this?”

“Nope. Not at all.” I bite my lip as panic rises in me once more. Taking a deep breath, I push it away. Now isn’t the time.

The pair of them laugh as they flank me. Maybe they’re afraid I’m going to make a run for it once we go through the doors?

It’s not a bad assumption, considering all of my instincts are telling me to do just that.

“So, questions?” Bree prods as she opens the door.

Right. Questions.

“Birth control,” I blurt.

Tessa hums. “Not really a question, but I see where you’re going with it. In the last week, you’ll be given the choice of if you want the birth control shot. At that point, you might have already chosen your pack, and you all might have decided you want to try to get one of the women—if you choose a woman—pregnant. But if not, you’ll get the shot to make sure you don’t get anyone pregnant. That’s one upside to being a male omega on the show. You can sleep with anyone you want outside your heat and never have to worry about protection. Plus, all the suitors are required to take the birth control shot a week before they arrive on set, so we don’t have any unplanned pregnancies among them, either.”

“I know you didn’t ask, but all suitors were required to take the same blood tests as you before arriving. They’re all clear of STDs and none of the women are currently pregnant.” Bree slides her arm through mine, with Tessa following suit as they lead me toward one of the gazebos, where I can see Reginald waiting.

“And there are only beta and alpha suitors?” Even though both women have assured me of the fact, I just need to be sure. While Sophia and Evangeline seemed to be fine with other omegas during their seasons, I don’t want to deal with what could be a lot of drama. Does that mean I’m possibly missing out on meeting my omega pair? Maybe, but it’s what’s best for me.

Bree shakes her head. “No omega suitors on your season, as requested.”

“Good. That’s good.” With each step we take toward the gazebo, anxiety rises inside of me. I can’t believe I let my sister and Skylar convince me this was a good idea.

My breathing goes ragged as my ears begin to ring, my sight going black around the edges.

I can hear Tessa and Bree speaking, but I can’t make out their words as my world reduces to the cameras sitting on the gazebo, waiting to record me as I make a fool out of myself.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Why did I do this to myself?

Stupid Remington.

“Breathe, Remington,” an alpha’s bark pierces my panic, and I suck in a lungful of air.

I take another deep breath and then another before lifting my eyes to see who just used their alpha bark on me. I sigh when I see it’s Lucas. Of course, Reginald’s alpha is on hand since he’s now running security for the show and the estate.

“I’m sorry, Remington,” Lucas says with an apologetic smile. “You didn’t seem to hear the others speaking to you, nor did you hear me at first. We couldn’t think of another way of breaking you out of it.”

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